Hi there everybody.
anybody got a dime? Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me. I even sung it today in the shower. TCM folks: I am your ultimate fan here.
I've been a writer since I was 15, and that was only when I was SURE. I wrote a lotta stuff before than but mom pooh=poohed it. Said I culdn't spelllzl! Can you imagine? Even in my handwriting an printing, which is all I could do before I was 7. Schoolteacher mom. What can I say? Does anybody empathize? Any body want to help?
I'd reciprocate, and I come and bring presents. That's me. Never empty handed. Not even for lunch with an, you should pardon and maybe recognize the expression, "farging ****." Which I haven't had many of lately.
So can anybody help? Respondez-vous sil vous plait?
I needa lotta confidence, but mainly I NEED A JOB. That's James Mason interupting Judy Garland's Oscar speech in my fave movie of all time, "A Star is Born, the Director's recreation."
Call, email, e-shout.
I fergot my gol darn screen name on here, but I think it's awful anyway.
Oh yeah. It's badshrubs.
It refused everything else.
My real name is D.O. Selznick,
you know, the daughter in law also rises (metaphorically)
P.S. Live in NYC but LOOOVE to move to Atlanta. Don't like the airport though, but we got trains, too.
Bless all,
d.
