Sometimes I think my life is just one giant, sadistic episode of Whose Line Is It Anyway. The life where everything’s made up, and the points don’t matter. The situations I find myself in, regularly, are… you know the skits where they ask the audience for like.. a location, and a career and a movie monster, and you end up at the gym, as a luchador, with the loch ness monster? Like, that wouldn’t even phase me at this point in my life. On the bright side, the level of weirdness that truly permeates everything in my world has made me an excellent improv actor.
Full Ass Intentional Living 