FML

<p>My life was like some psychotic mutant cross breed of Notting Hill and Bridget Jones’s Diary. I worked in a second-hand bookstore and I was a blonde British girl trying to find the love of my life. The only difference was I had no handsome(ish) Brits after my pudgy British arse I didn’t smoke like a chimney but on occasion I did drink like a fish. and yes my mother did like to send me her off cast clothing that looked like they were right out of the nineteen-forties.</p><p>Oh and I lived in L.A. Movie capital of the world.</p><p>It took a twisted turn however the day my gay roommate managed to convince me that going in to a movie studio for Extras Casting was a good idea.</p><p>If I had known what my life would be like after that fateful day I would have told him to sod off and cut his bollocks off for dragging my arse out the door.</p>