I always loved my morning routine—especially if my Dad was home from a trip. My first alarm was the clanks of pots and pans and the opening and closing of cupboards in the kitchen. Then, there’d be a loud thumping of knocks on the door as it opened.

Sometimes Dad would randomly speak to me in German the entire morning. This was especially ridiculous since I was 11 years old and knew nothing of the language. But Dad loved to toy with us kids in the most educational way possible.

“Rise and shine, Tweedums, breakfast is ready.”

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Justin Lassen was in town for like a day before he split for Finland. He stayed at my place for about a day before I took him to the airport and it was sooo nice to see him. His short hair looks super good! We got breakfast and caught up at Square One, my favorite breakfast place in Los Angeles. It’s right behind the Scientology building on Fountain so it makes for great people watching. Low level Scientologists all look the same: dark blue Dockers with a belt and a beeper or cell phone on the belt, and a white golf shirt. And no matter where I see them, they are always hustling. Like a walk/jog pace. I can’t help but giggle because if you let your eyes settle to a soft focus they look like ants scurrying around an ant hill.

Anyways, back to Justin!! I took him to the airport at the butt ass crack of dawn yesterday before I taught a spinning class and then slept all day. Dude, he’s gonna stay with Apocalyptica!! God, three months in Finland. Lucky Duck.

So, they just raised the rent - again. Gas went up, again. Food that’s bad for you in this town is easy and cheap and food that’s healthy for you is pricey. All of these things make it so easy to eat shitty food, work at your day job more often to pay the bills and not go anywhere when you’re not working. And that combination makes it really hard to be the waif they seem to be looking for in film and television.

My agent says “give me ten more pounds” but I know that when I lose those they’re just gonna say “give me ten more pounds”. And then, after all that saying “no” to dessert, beer, mexican food and munchy food, there is gonna be another strike! Sometimes I wonder why the hell I’m bothering.

The internet is so much more fun for expressing yourself. You can come up with an idea and have it posted by the end of the day. But if you want to have a movie made or if you have an idea for a television show, it might turn into something after 3-7 years. Although, that’s very unlikely, even if your idea is brilliant.

Wow, I’m not usually this cynical…okay, turning it around…I’m down 5 pounds and counting, yay!

Check it out!  I did this on Sunday.  It was fun. 

Photographers Stand Up For Their Rights from Naomi Mercer on Vimeo.

This is my new blog.  I feel like I’ve been handed a baby.  I’m excited and can’t wait to play with it but I’m also scared I’ll forget about it or drop it.