I’m glad that the SuperBowl hoopla is just about over. My antipathy for the sports teams from Boston and from New York is so deep that choosing one of those teams to “pull” for is just about the same as I would feel about a volley ball game between Iran and North Korea.
I am Julie Brister. I'm an actor, writer and improv teacher living in Los Angeles. I'm currently writing a novel.
I like campfires, board games, super spicy Thai food, the desert, creepy puppets, cats, wearing socks wrong side out, California living, napkins, artsy fartsy stuff, reading novels, the caramel corn at the Arclight, vegetable purees, French pop, horseys, good weird art, gulpy summer wine, skulls, comfy shoes, chile rellenos, bold accessories, kale salad, Jacaranda trees, lakeside vacations, Kubrick, true crime stories, kitty cat on cold feet, green and woodsy smells, funky cowboy boots, redwood trees, Trader Joe's, eavesdropping on people arguing in public, Bach, travel fantasies, groovy rugs, dining al fresco, memories of camp, doggies, saffron, long chats, hummingbirds, mean old nuns, old timey stuff, cloudy days, art deco LA, vintage cocktails, scary things, drive-thru car washes, bougie candles, Antiques Roadshow, dusk, english muffins, squeezy hugs, fluffy towels, Diane Arbus, Frito pie, thunderstorms, Victoriana, cinnamon, Mexican knick knacks, schadenfreude, owls, good manners, Texas, interesting pottery, jersey knit sheets, NPR, road trips, orange and chocolate together, good stemware, layering, Southern literature, New Orleans, people watching, Hitchcock movies, paint by numbers, Japanese incense, needle crafts, Nazi documentaries and cheese.
I dislike d-bags, j-holes and flip flops.
email: juliebrister@gmail.com