Yes, that would mean I'm not in New York anymore. Or Kansas for that matter. I'm out in sunny LA where I arrived last night, greeted by a crescent moon that reminded me of the grin of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. And my car was upgraded from economy to way bigger without anyone even saying to me, "hey, we don't have an economy car but you can upgrade for one million dollars." I hate when they do that, only this time they didn't do that, so I didn't hate them for not doing it. The car is awesome dude. It's one of those Dick Tracy looking station wagon sort of automobiles. It's purple too, and I've never driven a purple car before. I feel like a superhero driving around in it. The car, along with that smiling moon, has put me in the right head space for the task at hand. And that task (at hand) would have to do with Adam and Eve. And speaking of Adam and Eve, here's a really nice review of my new movie, Under the Covers done by one of my favorite indescribably eccentric par-tay girls, Ms. Abby Ehmann.
Now, what I really wanted to talk about today was vagina size, but honestly I started this post 12 hours before I'm finishing it, and now all I want to talk about is sleep. So vagina size will have to wait. Maybe until tomorrow, or maybe until after the weekend when I'm done with three days of intense filming.
I will fill you in on the rest after it happens (well, not the vagina size thing, cause nothing is happening there, I mean nothing with my vagina, except that I *heart* kegels). But as for the Adam and Eve thing, I need to see it to believe it, and then once I believe it, I can tell you everything.