well. maybe im more like phoebe than you know. so theres thaattt

thanks giving. wow. what a year i’ve had in the last five days.

DUSTIN: YA. PARALE. CON. ESE. PINCHE. BIGOTE.

for the love of goddddd you would look so GOOD without it!

love you frolo

hello everyone. today will be my first official “blog”, seeing as i have been temporarily frustrated with the expression of my e-self. BUT i shall try, try again.

so lately, i have been living in my apartment with my two roommates, nick and jen. they are wonderful people to live with. i like my living situation very much. (except the fact that i literally live in smoke… but i would actually rather live in smoke than quit smoking….i have a fetish for cancer.) My room is a shithole, but i like it. I don’t even have to look in my closet/drawers to get dressed, it’s all on the floor. how deliciously disgusting. (nice alliteration, eh? i think i’m doing well on this entry yay. maybe ill get some eprops. that would be nice. maybe someone will give me some pity eprops hint, hint.) ANYway.

i am in these scenes that i VOLENTEERED for (god knows why) and the rehearsals are killing me. I hate them. oh, what the hell. i love them.
i play eddie in a view from the bridge. that’s by arthur miller. playing a man is easy.

classes are going well, i think im doing well. i have some how been able to pull two b’s on my modern drama papers, which is absolutely incredible. these papers are not b papers. BWAhahaha. acting class is my favorite, we’re doing a collaborative play called stop kiss (STOP…. kiss.) and its about lesbians. wooooohoo. i like the scenes i was cast in, and i think im doing pretty well. positive affirmation all around. and THATS always nice because what else do us fellow thesbians have to go on?

ive gotten really into music and i am now currently rating my itunes library. its fuuuun. and i am so sick and tired of fucking dave mathews band. GET A JOB.

i havent dated anyone all semester. and i LOVE IT! being single and truly being okay with being single is a hard place to get to, but i am enjoying it tremendously. its such a relief to be okay with myself as my own entity, without pining for anyone else. i do still want to have love in my life, but ive accepted that i can just find it anywhere. i am confident that it will come sometime or another. but until then, im good.

i really must do laundry. but i have no money. i spent it all on expanding my mind and body. (drugs) ive tried things this year i never thought i would, and enjoyed them tremendously. pot is still my husband, though. i mean, i may go out on the town one night…meet somebody new and seductive and interesting and have an affair now and again (some shorter than others….kate moss, i’m refering to you) but i’ll always come home to my hubby mary jane. and what a reliable, trusting husband he is.

so that’s all for now. i really have nothing else to say.
so stop reading.

i’m done, go away.

i mean it.

wanna fuck?

no?

sooooooooo

i want to be in this one show so bad i can taste it.

kinda tastes like chicken.