Talking to the air

I have very little faith that people are actually reading what i write, mostly because a great majority of my admittedly sporadic postings are mind numbingly inane, however I felt I needed to spew ego for a few moments into the ether.

I'm kind of awesome.
I am.
No really.
It's true.

I'm talented, charismatic actor, who's making some very promising steps into the world of improvisation. I'm cute, funny and pretty damned intelligent if I do say so myself.

I have to interrupt myself for a second here to say that it's really hard to list a whole slew positive things about myself without adding qualifiers. I keep wanting to write "Sure, I'm..." or "Considering I..." but I'm not going to do that because this about me being obnoxiously self satisfied.

Also, I think I have some compelling ideas when it comes to the performance art and theatre. I'm an artist without being a crazy, self loathing, elitist who thinks art is only for people who wear expensive shoes.

Actually, I don't think any artist thinks that, I think art critics think that, but that's beside the point.

The point is, I have other interests outside those of heightened reality.

I have to stop now because I'm profoundly uncomfortable spending this much time being self congratulatory. I have now wasted enough of my own time.

Also, for anyone who is actually reading this, you have my most sincere apologies.

Free Time

Bar art, born of ennui and found material.