I'm feeling just a little like Gilda Radner's character Judy Miller right now, as in I wish I had a bedroom at work in which to pretend I'm the queen of France or do a fake commercial for grahm crackers. Or maybe just run into the wall and act like a hyperactive, 10-year-old girl.
I've also decided if I ever venture into acting, and I ever win an award of some kind, I'll have the shortest acceptance speech ever, because the only person I'd ever thank would be Gilda Radner. That's it. Just her. Some idiots thank "god" and their parents and their loved ones; I'd thank a dead woman I never knew. Because she was a god. OK, I'm going to go try and run into a wall now ...
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