This is what happens when I give casting directors too much power. It feels like that time I agreed to see Love, Actually in a theatre. I hated myself. So now, I do what I want to see, and I feel fantastic. I’m finally putting my whoopi cushion to good use.

A real audition I went to. I didn’t get the part.

My roommate and friend, Lucy. Do not pick her up.

A REAL life event that MAY or may not have ACTUALLY happened.

When I’m nervous, I don’t know what to do with my face. Or body. Except what you see here.

Hi! How are you? I bet you said “Good.” That’s great! I’m doing pretty well too. I don’t know what you do, but I’m a comedian trying to make it in Toronto. I’m traveling down a road that I have convinced myself leads to success. I’m drawing my road trip and posting it here.