I bought this walrus from a vendor at the FRINGE in scotland (where Jim jam and I met) and it has since been in every dressing room I’ve haunted. Here it is at Ernest, chillin on top of my script.
Cupcake Sex, the inspirational gay walrus
It’s the plain truth. And it’s amazing how exhausting doing something you hate can be, I was so excited about this role but by the time we opened I was so sick of the show and so tired that it shocked me. This never happens to me. But, it happens. It’s like having a boring job, we wake up, do it, and then go blow off steam. I only have 3 shows left and then I get to go fully into the show at Ruth Eckerd - which I am excited and pumped about. I just never got really excited about the show itself at Tarpon, just playing a lead role.
Oh well, that’s show business, kids.
May my death be swift and painless.
I deleted my facebook. You’ll have to text me all your shenanigans.
Will kill me.
Starbucks is your only friend.