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I got some very upsetting news today.  My grandmother, who I am very, very close to was diagnosed with a genetic disorder call Hemochromatosis.  What this means is that her body cannot release iron, and instead stores it.  This overabundance of iron can attack the liver, kidneys, stomach, and other vital organs.  Supposedly because she has the heterozygous form, it is completely manageable with proper diet and monitoring.  This is the good news.  People can and do die from complications caused by hemochromatosis, and I am very nervous.  The other bad news is that because is genetic, I am not sure if I have it or not.  It isn't incredibly uncommon for people of northern European decent, such as Norwegian or Danish.  I am both. For some reason it is rarely tested for, so next time I get bood work I have to be sure to ask them to test for it.  I am more nervous for my grandmother than myself, as it is recessive, but it can't hurt to be sure.  I am really quite sad, because my grandmother and I spent a lot of time together when I was growing up, as my Mom was busy with 3 jobs.  I still visit my grandparents frequently and love them more than anything in the world.  This is too sad for me to keep typing about so I am going to move on to WAY better news, but I will leave you with a picture of my beautiful Gramy (Ive always insisted that Grammy should have only one 'M').


So today Feast 2 came out on DVD.  For those of you who don't know, it's a movie I was in about monsters, blood, gore, etc.  I have been getting lots of positive feedback from people, and I am so glad it's being watched and enjoyed.  I was honestly pretty nervous because I gained quite a bit of weight during filming, due to the fact that there was very few vegan options in Shreveport, Louisiana, and PB&J isn't exactly "health food"....I expected some less than favorable reviews, knowing that B rated spoof horror sequels aren't for everyone, but luckily none of them said "The red head is TOO BIG to wear THAT LITTLE!"  That's good news.  I am scheduled to return to LA within the next few weeks to come out and do reshoots for Feast 3, which means cutting my hair again, which SUCKS, but hey, that's show business, right?  By the way, can anyone afford $2000 to pay my SAG dues?  (just kidding....kind of....I sure could use health insurance though....)  I really hope you see Feast 2...really.  Of course, I'd love it most if you would BUY IT as to support the love and the creation of gratuitous, ridiculous monster flicks, but at least netflix it if you cant afford the $13....and even if you hate it, you will always love me...so pretend for my sake that it was AWESOME.


The slow season is finally over at the strip clubs, so I am finally able to make a little bit of extra cash.  I am really happy about that.  I have needed to go food shopping for so long!  I am so excited to cook.  I am trying to arrange some sort of travel plans for around Dec or Jan..Australia maybe?  We all know who lives in Australia! 


The next and last thing I wanted to tell you about is a story from the other night, when Katie Supple, my friend Matt Morren, and I were all drinking at my house.  I, of course had had one too many, and was trying desperately to convince our DVD player to accept Season 3, Disk 2 of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia.  That little bugger just would not play, but instead spun 'round and 'round in the tray making a weird revving sound.  Before I had any idea what I was saying, I exclaimed, "IT SOUNDS LIKE A MOTORCYCLE TIGER LIVES IN TAHT DVD PLAYER"....there was much laughter at my expense, but I embraced my stupidity and deemed the motorcycle tiger as the most badass creature of all time....so much so that I let Matt tattoo one on me yesterday. 


In closing, my life is pretty good, except illness is creeping up on my loved ones.  If you are one of those people who believe in god, say a little prayer...Gram believes in that guy.  He won't listen to my blaspheming ass though.  If you are like me and dont subscribe to religious beliefs, try hoping...ok?  I still don't think I am going to date any boys for awhile.  Ive flirted with a few, kissed a few, and find myself greatly disappointed.  I am not in the throes of misery due to a bad breakup, but I do think that good relationships are where it's at, and smooching randoms is super lame.  When (if) love comes again, I will hold tightly.  When it leaves again, I will let go lightly. 

I almost forgot...that reminds me of some brilliant stripper philosophy.  I love loud, opinionated black women.  They are some of my absolute favorites, because although most people tune them out (they are, of course, black women...and in our white male society, they are pretty much the bottom of the totem pole, with only middle easterns behind them)....but if you listen, they have something to say...ESPECIALLY if they spin around poles for a living.  One girl, Summer, was lecturing another about life and love.  She said, in a rather loud and rather slangily,
"GIRL---You ain't never gon' meet a man who ain't gon disappoint you.  You better learn to make YO'SELF happy, because ain't no one gon' do it for you.  And even if you ARE one o' those lucky ass motherfuckers who falls in looooove and gets married and has kids and dogs an' all that shit, that motherfucker is STILL gon disappoint you.  Everyone in the worl' is gon' put themselves first an' you second, so you best start doin' what you got to do to make happiness come to yourself."

That was the day I fell in love with Summer.  I listen very closely whenever she's in the dressing room now, although, she is so loud that I guess I dont have to listen THAT closely.