When I came to Paris I wore red shoes, and I wanted to be an actress...

The start of Hell Week for Shooting Simone has launched me into show mode. The ultra-focused, tunnel-visioned bitch has returned. For those unfamiliar with this facet of my personality, some symptoms include: chronic twitching and fidgeting, a predisposition toward biting you head off in the most savage manner possible, giving militant diatribes about production work to all who'll listen (and even those who won't), a complete disregard for all things non-show related, and a tendency toward the anti-social, and an overall bitchiness that is scarcely ever witnessed. Think PMS x 20.

But perhaps most imprtantly, don't touch me unless you want you gentials severed and subsequently set on fire.

I'm having slight reservations about how well the show will be received. The mental acquity of the average audience member is less than that of a bar of soap, and this is a show that relies heavily on the ability of an audience to think. But, I think we all know what that mean...........FUCK THE AUDIENCE. Naked cartwheels will shortly follow.

We open on Friday.