Tuesday, August 14

Gotta Start Somewhere

It's a weird day in Toronto. I started the day finding out my poor father's best friend had passed which has left me emotional and listening to some folk artist named Sufjan Stevens, and I never listen to this stuff. Now my boyfriend's texted me to tell me he's in wardrobe (he works on set but not as an actor) getting prepped to play a Mexican rapist in a wifebeater. I'm not sure how to feel.
I know I need a change and feel like a cleanse will help. I'll begin a 9 day cleanse tomorrow and get rid of all the grit and distress and bounce back all brand new. Maybe a haircut will help too.