I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.
I met this woman today who owns her own SF production company and she hired me as a writer.
WOO!
Hate me all you want. I do not care.
To quote the giant d-bag that posts here: "God, you are so effing annoying.
There are a million blog sites out there.
Make one and STFU."
"You just can't win. Ever. Look at the bright side, at least you are not stuck in First Wives Club: The Musical. That would really suck. "
--Sueleen Gay