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.