It’s Like, If You Can’t Focus On

My Grandmother Lives On A Farm. And Growing Up, I Assumed That The Animals That I Was Eating And The Animals That I Was Wearing All Came From Farms Like My Grandmother's. They All Had Names, They Were All Smothered With Love, And They All Lived To Be Very Old.

One Time I Had Too Many Heinekens And I Googled Myself And Realized That That Was A Very, Very Bad Combination. One Should Not Google Oneself. My Mother Lets Me Know When I'm Being Followed By Paparazzi. She's Like, "there's A Man Who Is Outside Your House, Ginny, And You Need To Be Logging Onto This Website To See If You Can Find A Pattern In When He Follows You." But Otherwise, I Can't Find Any Good Reason To Read My Own Press.

But Often Times, I Feel Like I'm So Blessed, It's Not Fair. That What I'm Doing Is Not Contributing To The Good Of The World.

I Come From Theater, And Doing Period Stuff Is So Whimsical And Imaginative And So Outside Any Frame Of Reference Than I Have Ever Had So I Prefer That Just In Terms Of Fun Factor.

I Really Am Super Lazy And Doing Long Hair, Especially Mine, Is A Big Pain In The Butt. It's Filled With Cowlicks And Kinks And Curls And Frizz - And It Was Taking Too Much Time In The Morning.