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a neatly organized and
perfectly designed
spectacle of cash.)
Hollywood, on the other
hand, has never ceased to
bring me joy. I think I
should move here. I think
I will.

Thursday, January 25,
2001 AM
This is what California
does to you: This morn-
ing, Washington from
Welcome Back Kotter,
wearing roller skates and a
denim jumpsuit while
smoking filter-less
cigarettes, was the person
in my wet dream

Thursday, Febru-
ary 8, 2001 PM
(Jackie, silly)

The day started out
normally. I went to work and about two hours into it, I checked my messages at
home and heard from my agent. Another print job audition was scheduled for
today. This time it was just blocks away, so I scooted there in my 1996 Green
Geo Metro (another great way I get to thumb my nose at car-crazy California!)
The line of "girls" (as they are called in the modeling industry) was bulging
down the hall, filling up most of the check-in area of the hotel. All the big hair
product people are in town (Paul Mitchell, Matrix, etc - not "big hair" people
like...Aqua Net) this week for the hair shows. I was in line for Matrix. I
listened as the "girls" ahead and behind me spoke amongst themselves. "How
tall are you?" "How old are you,...if you don't mind my asking?" "Are you
represented by anyone?" "Here's my card. I own a modeling agency although I
am still a working model. Call me." And my all-time favorite..."I see so
many gorgeous, skinny, tall girls without representation...it just breaks my
heart." It breaks her heart. I shudder to think what would happen to this "girl's"
heart if she glanced up from her toes clicking on the concrete and noticed the
droves of homeless people (many of them tall and skinny as well) leaning up
against the buildings as she passes. The next fifty "girls" who are willing to cut
their hair are called in. I am at the front of the pack. I find a seat. They come
around with a book just like the books strewn on the floor of every hair salon in

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