
Last week, I entered a recoring studio expecting to do one radio spot and ended up doing twelve. “A campaign?” I greedily wondered. Not quite. Indeed, a campaign, but not like my last, true love…

Last week, I entered a recoring studio expecting to do one radio spot and ended up doing twelve. “A campaign?” I greedily wondered. Not quite. Indeed, a campaign, but not like my last, true love…

Yes, I’d prefer a filet mignon with a peppercorrn/burgundy sauce, but one can’t always land the interesting guest star spot on It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia (God I want to do that show!) or Mad Men (I will do this show one day). Sometimes, an actor has to just roll around in some gorgonzola.

I’m thinking beautifully bold. Only in that I am writing two posts in one week. Otherwise, I’m measured and cute.
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