It’s very [moist in Vancouver] and so my hair gets very frizzy and so it takes forever, and between every single take they’d, we’d have to stand there and blow dry my hair again and things take a long time
And I got pissed at that?
Well, I think it added to the tension of the fact that I took so fucking long to, you know, is that anything to do with it?
Well, kind of makes me sound like an asshole
wintershieldshock - the boys keep tripping over Darcy's short-person-stool in the kitchen? (it's not like this is a personal one or anything, as if my mother has one of those and fears she will hear a hulk-like roar and the smash of glass as my brother or I hurl it out the window in frustration, nooo)