(deep breath)

tonight the hollywood foreign press chose their favorite performances of the year. i watched. i admired. i laughed. i clapped. i cried…

every year, i eagerly await the arrival of the award season. i adore watching my peers, if i may call them that, receive recognition for their craft. but to be honest, as much as i enjoy trying to predict the outcome and making my ‘best dressed’ list (i don’t belive in ‘worst dressed’), watching these shows always fills me with a little anguish. i feel a sense of yearning. and that’s what it is…a deep and anxious longing. it’s this feeling way down deep in my little belly. a desire to be given the chance.