Hey Jenny Slater, Hey Jenny Slater, Hey Jenny Slater...

Not that I was looking for validation or anything, um... because I totally wasn't. It's just gravely unfortunate that my fan base is all in Austin, Texas. Especially because if I go on tour I might not be able to play their prom. But maybe if, I don't know, I find someone's diary it would move me just enough and I could invite them to listen to me recording a single and give a kiss that will inspire a generation to interrupt a previously rigorous routing of facial hygiene. Maybe.

I'm feeling nostalgic, thinking about sitting in the bar of the Stephen F. Austin Hotel a million years ago, drinking $7 cokes with Bob and Matt and Peter after our Improv class and talking about how maybe we could start a troupe ourselves or maybe do anything we wanted to if we just wanted to enough. It was so exciting to think about. Whatever, it's still exciting to think about. I just miss that community of Improvisors and people who were so amped up to make stuff happen. Yet, I shall not despair. I still have Steve and no girl is truly creatively alone if she has a huge improvising salt lick in her apartment. Word.