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BY THE WAY:
Not like a super secret, more of an observation: if you’re at the Disneyland Resort and you’re looking for breakfast, Steakhouse 55 is the answer. It’s classy (ish), has big photos of old hollywood celebs eating in fancy restaurants (oh, hey Orson Wells having drinks with Charlie Chaplin), and has a pancake stack w/ bananas foster sauce that’ll blow your face off. Also, it’s one of the few sit down places that DOESN’T do “character breakfasts” so families steer clear and you can get a table like it ain’t no thang.
There you go.
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elvis-shrugged reblogged adventuretime:
It’s that easy.
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brandonnn reblogged thecarlosramos:
Souther Salazar’s I Want to Take You With Me
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This is me at 4pm. Every. Single. Day.
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Pop Tarts have completely given up on being “a ‘fruit’”.
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Dave Horwitz: Humanity's Greatest Pizza Failure
Never before have I felt so down. This was supposed to be easy money. A commercial callback for Pizza Hut. I had to go into a room and pretend I liked pizza in front of other people. This is a role that I have been preparing for on (at least) a weekly basis for basically my entire life. I LOVE pizza. And not because it’s “cool” or “funny” to love pizza. I love pizza with all my unironic heart, with all the Parmesan in the free world, with all my body’s ability to process lactose. And I BLEW IT.
The callback was simple: do the scene again, just like in the audition. Improvise a little. Take 2 bites of a slice of pizza and look like you enjoy it. The end. NOT A PROBLEM! I don’t need to utilize my AMAZING acting chops to look like I’m enjoying a piece of pizza. You could wave a slice of ‘za in my face in the middle of a deep sleep and I’d bite it like it was my JOB. But today, when it actually was my job, I choked.
LITERALLY. I literally choked. My throat was a little dry, and as I was focusing on smiling for the camera, I started to cough. “Take another bite, please,” said the casting director, but I was too busy turning red due to my blocked esophagus and sweating out of my face to have another go at it. I eeked out a “skip me,” and pointed to robo-blonde-babe next to me, so she could have her moment in the pizza sun. Once I recovered, I rejoined my scene partners and had a grand old time. I even made the casting director laugh. But I KNEW that the clients, the good people at Pizza Hut, are going to watch the curly headed freak coughing up a mouthful of their product and say “next.”
If I only had a second chance, I would eat an entire pan pizza in front of their judgmental cameras. If only.
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The hardest thing about getting work done at a coffee shop
is knowing that you are more talented than everyone else who’s there. Also, it’s really distracting knowing how much more special and unique your script is and how you’re going to be really successful and they can only hope to be “kind of” successful. So annoying.
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slavin reblogged dinosaurparty:
I have one but I don’t blog it. It’s not that sexy, but it’s true.
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