okay, okay, okay. okay. okay.

this is what i was meaning to tell you about when i mentioned the filming on my street, eh? the trailers. the street was lined with all these white trailers, like. and that would be the best part about being an actor, is having your own trailer that you can hide out in. with like, a fridge, and a microwave and a bed. and a shitter, obviously. i would have dr. peppah in the fridge. and like, mmmm, pizza. and. i'd have a kettle and hot chocolate and some cooookies. and i would hide out in there all the time. every second i wasn't working, i'd be, like, hiding out in my trailer of dr. pepper by myself. AND: i'd get, like, tinted windows so then i could look out at what people were doing outside. sweet. and i'd have connect 4 in case you wanted to come and visit and lose in connect 4 to me in an ongoing tournament.

so that would be the best part about being a real fancy big actor. otherwise, like, if there was no trailer involved, i would not be interested in that profession at all.

and then i was thinking . . . why can't i have a trailer anyway? like, one of those little tear drop campers that i could pull around behind the beetle. and then on my coffee breaks and my lunch hour, i could just go out there and alternately spy on people and nap. and i'd lock the door so nobody else could come in. that would be friggin' sweet. and i'd keep the little dogs in there, to facilitate extra comfy napping.

yeah, but, um, the trailers on my street, i think they was just filled with props and shit. maybe, like, catering or whatever. i don't think there was any star trailers.

else i would have busted into one of them. and stole, like, their pretzels or whatever they had on the rider. like, just to be a prick, kind of. and plus, stolen pretzels always taste better.