And The Good Goes On, and On

Good is spilling all over my life.

Good is knocking on my door, and wants to talk to me about my beliefs.

Good has moved in next door, and wants to borrow some of daddy's sugar.

So, I gots me a commercial agent.

After 7 months without, I finally gots me one.

He was recommended to me, and I to him, by SS.

I like him too. He's Italian. Also, blunt.

He told me I have a face that is perfect for the FBI or CIA. I thought that was cool until he explained why.

Because my face is forgettable. Seriously, he told me that.

Also told me I don't have any decent credits. Told me it would be tough selling me.

This all sounds bad, but I loved it. He wasn't giving me any shit. No blowing smoke up my ass.

Plus, after I read for him, he loved me. Told me my shit was tight. I think he meant my acting. I hope.

So, I got that going for me. Conditionally, of course. He isn't signing me. Told me I have to prove myself over the next three months.

So, I have three months to book a commercial. Ok.

However, this is the best time to do that. I feel camera ready. I feel confident. Plus, I look good in the summer.

So, acting is good.

What else is good? Tell us Tony.

***spoiler alert***

For those of you who don't like my crazy obsession of the past few weeks, stop reading now.

I get really crazy now.

Really.

Stop.

I warned you.

***spoiler on***

I found TO's blog. I have been reading it. I have been going back and reading old posts. In fact, I went back and read every old post. All the way back to July of '04.

But, that isn't the crazy part. Really. That isn't it.

The crazy part is what got me really excited.

You see, she wrote about a psychic who gave her some knowledge.

The psychic told her that her life was going to be paralleled to her car.

When her old car broke down, she bought a new one. Then got her current BF. Even talked about the coincidence.

Well, guess what? Her car has been breaking down this past month! Yes!

Her warranty is over, and the car has no more life.

Does that not just scream for some Tony love, or what?

This is like an open and shut case. Detectives everywhere wish they had it this easy.

I am so in.

All I have to do is make sure that f*#k!ing car never runs again!

I am getting off the good freeway, and good is selling me a bag of citrus good by the side of the road.

Citrus good is good good.