Holy shit...
Apr. 20th, 2007 07:52 amYou know, there are times that I mourn my procrastination and excuses for not packing my bags and heading for Hollywood as a young girl. I had skill, talent, at the time knew who to talk to and where to go.
And then things like this happen, and I'm reminded of why I'm glad I didn't go after all.
Between the actual conversation, and then having it bounced all over the place, that poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Granted, this doesn't just happen in Hollywood (I should know; my own mom was infamous for those kinds of tirades)...but still. The family and people who should know won't be the only ones knowing...
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And then things like this happen, and I'm reminded of why I'm glad I didn't go after all.
Between the actual conversation, and then having it bounced all over the place, that poor kid is going to be scarred for life. Granted, this doesn't just happen in Hollywood (I should know; my own mom was infamous for those kinds of tirades)...but still. The family and people who should know won't be the only ones knowing...