Wednesday morning, June 25th...JABBER WALKIE

OK.

Shawn just admitted to me that it is generally accepted that I am "walkie deficient." I CANNOT BE DEFICIENT AT ANYTHING! I vowed that by the end of this shoot, I will be a genius on the walkie. Oh, nothing gets my goat more than a perceived weakness! Shawn was funny, he said: "Gina, you're a very loquatious and lovely person and a joy to be around, but the walkie is for hard tack information, less said the better, short and to the point. You have to be a machine. It's not in your nature."

I CAN BE A MACHINE. I've seen THE TERMINATOR! I'll just pretend I'm Schwartzenegger pre-politics. I'm gonna eat this walkie for breakfast, lunch and dinner.