Look it up crisis and it accurately describes my wardrobe malfunction. Maybe it’s that the laundry pile to be folded and put away is an ever growing mountain on my bed? But ugh. Who cares about clothes. ( that’s the missing link) I care but my brain is thinking about a million other things. My bf, who rejected the idea of “being in a relationship” with me on Facebook told me a story about the rise of hollywood tonight. It made me cry. Why? Bc I love Hollywood and the pioneers of entertainment on a universal level. Can we rewind? I’m miffed about this whole not going public thing. Which decreases my trust for him. And here I was thinking, let’s take it a step further. But who cares, I’m not going to marry him. In fact, ….ugh, I’m upset. Typical. Social media ruining lives 1 heart at a time. Back to Hollywood, shall we, yes. Back to Hollywood. I saw the most amazing production of Shakespeare’s measure for measure, set in 1970s new York at the goodman theatre! Dammit it was inspiring. And I’m currently working on a one act show, and our lead actress, a much older woman recovering from her battle with cancer, is … Capital T wonderful. She’s teaching me loads. Back to the style crisis. Nothing works.