the things that come out of my mouth are astounding.

My life is ridiculous. I think if I were to ever write a book, my publisher would be like, "okay, so this is clearly fiction." and when I tried to explain that it was my autobiography, he would just respond, "yeah, I'm not buying that."

You and me both, man.

I had an interview today. I looked like this:

Okay, I'm lying. I wasn't making that face. I wasn't angry at the job.

I was fairly optimistic, actually.

and cordial.

like this:

I still look a little skeptical, but you get the idea.

So I'm being interviewed. I'm answering questions.

It's awesome.

And then he asks me about being a woman in the audio industry.

"What's that like for you?"

I'm honest, and I respond.

"It's not always easy, but I don't mind. I get along with guys better, anyhow."

and he laughs. and says.

"I'm afraid you might be too attractive to work here."

yep. QUOTE.

So I was like:

I mean, I really don't know what I'm supposed to say to that. Uh, well, I could try to maybe, not wear make up? Talk about trying to throw someone off her game.

So I went with

"I could be less attractive, trust me. Not a problem."

and inside, I did this:

Fast Learner.

Responsible.

Works well under pressure.

Can be less attractive if necessary.

...my resume.