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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. Oh, and i lived in L.A. Movie capital of the world. 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. 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.