Lemme get this out of the way...get rid of my giggles.
Ok...SO!
I'm sorry that your audition sucked and that you're not so good with auditions to begin with. I'm sorry that you get drunk off of 3 shots. I'm sorry that you make out with sober guys and get urself caught up in drama. I'm sorry you make out with gay boys, too, and get yourself all caught up in drama. I'm sorry that you get caught up in compelling moments. I'm sorry that you didn't ever think my many warnings to not piss me off were also for you to take seriously. I'm sorry that I knew this summer wasn't going to be as wonderful as people were hoping. I'm sorry that I made sure of that. I'm sorry that you asked for "BJ: Uncensored". I sorry that you didn't take my warnings seriously. I'm sorry that you all had Mmm-mmms issues beyond my repair. I'm sorry that it sucks to be several of you. I'm sorry that the musical 'Summer Madness' is pretty much complete and exploits many of you. I'm sorry for everyone who voluntarily made themselves a part of this summer and regret it. I'm sorry I'm not a Sandra Dee. I'm sorry I'm a god. I'm sorry I'm notorious. I'm sorry like to sit back and watch people's lives fall apart. I'm sorry I'm not a nice guy. I'm sorry I'm not a great friend to all. I'm sorry that I always laugh in the end. I'm sorry I don't want you...didn't want you...never wanted you...never needed you...made you think that you mattered to me in some sort of significant way. I'm sorry you kinda ugly...on the inside...and hideous on the outside. I'm sorry there wasn't enough lemonade to go around. I'm sorry that you're a wreck about leaving home...because you know you're gonna fall flat on your already scary face. I'm sorry I warned everyone that they were officially fucked at the start of summer. I'm sorry that you achieved Upper D-bag status one week into rehearsals. I'm sorry it didn't take long for me to realize that I made a big mistake, fighting for the wrong cause. I'm sorry you lost the upperhand. I'm sorry you slipped. I'm sorry you still can't get past that whiney attitude...it's no wonder that you are the way you are now...you've been a mess all summer...and its your own fault. I'm sorry you can't pull off a creative, urban style because you're too much of a smalltown girl. I'm sorry you didn't have as much fun as you planned to this summer. I'm sorry that shit hit the fan by July 1st. I'm sorry I only love 2/3. I'm sorry that you're useless. I'm sorry that you screwed up everything that you thought you were doing right. I'm sorry that you've had a lot of work to do and you still have so much more to take care of. I'm sorry that you're a constant let-down, time and time again. I'm sorry you don't know when to shutup. I'm sorry you still don't know all of your lines. I'm sorry you still don't know all of you notes. I'm sorry that you still don't know all of you cues. I'm sorry that you're bad at acting. I'm sorry that you're bad at singing. I'm sorry you have so many secrets. I'm sorry you have so many regrets. I'm sorry that you're going to have more secrets and regrets soon enough as well. I'm sorry that you're all talk. I'm sorry that you can't handle the drama. I'm sorry that your ego is more empty than a popped balloon. I'm sorry that you've ended up alone...just like you started...just like you've always ended up. I'm sorry people leave you halfway through the woods...because they can't stand you any long, so they take off running. I'm sorry that the Jr cast was much more of a delight to work with. I'm sorry that those Jrs could easily out-act you at your part. I'm sorry you suck. I'm sorry you constantly have to laugh at yourself to keep everyone else's laughs from hurting you. I'm sorry you were too weak and scared and pathetic to help me when I needed you most. I'm sorry you don't realize that 45 minutes of time dedicated to fixing problems was especially meant for you...and you showed up at the end of it...and still didn't bother to ask for any help. I'm sorry you couldn't realize rightaway that I was pretty much through with you. I'm sorry that you break down too easily. I'm sorry that you're an idiot for thinking you're capable to doing my job. I'm sorry that the non-locals are generally better at life. I'm sorry that you can't handle a double-edge sword. I'm sorry that your fakeness doesn't fool anyone. I'm sorry I don't like you. I'm sorry I can't stand you. I'm sorry that you needed a large, obvious clue before figuring anything out. I'm sorry that you screwed up big time on your opener. I'm sorry that it didn't get any beter as things went along. I'm sorry that you Oops did it again the next day. I'm sorry that you were obviously on a another planet where pitch and melody and accuracy don't exist. I'm sorry there isn't much left for you to do wrong. I'm sorry that you look so dead on stage. I'm sorry I'm indestructable. I'm sorry that you're ugly, as well as your ugly friend. I'm sorry that I ignore you when you still try to talk to me. I'm sorry that you really don't get it quite often. I'm sorry that this is what it is and there's nothing that can change it back to anything better. I'm sorry you have no rhythm. I'm sorry you have no presence.
...I'm sorry I lied. I'm not sorry for anything of those things. I never could be. Happy August.
I'm sorry that your audition sucked and that you're not so good with auditions to begin with. I'm sorry that you get drunk off of 3 shots. I'm sorry that you make out with sober guys and get urself caught up in drama. I'm sorry you make out with gay boys, too, and get yourself all caught up in drama. I'm sorry that you get caught up in compelling moments. I'm sorry that you didn't ever think my many warnings to not piss me off were also for you to take seriously. I'm sorry that I knew this summer wasn't going to be as wonderful as people were hoping. I'm sorry that I made sure of that. I'm sorry that you asked for "BJ: Uncensored". I sorry that you didn't take my warnings seriously. I'm sorry that you all had Mmm-mmms issues beyond my repair. I'm sorry that it sucks to be several of you. I'm sorry that the musical 'Summer Madness' is pretty much complete and exploits many of you. I'm sorry for everyone who voluntarily made themselves a part of this summer and regret it. I'm sorry I'm not a Sandra Dee. I'm sorry I'm a god. I'm sorry I'm notorious. I'm sorry like to sit back and watch people's lives fall apart. I'm sorry I'm not a nice guy. I'm sorry I'm not a great friend to all. I'm sorry that I always laugh in the end. I'm sorry I don't want you...didn't want you...never wanted you...never needed you...made you think that you mattered to me in some sort of significant way. I'm sorry you kinda ugly...on the inside...and hideous on the outside. I'm sorry there wasn't enough lemonade to go around. I'm sorry that you're a wreck about leaving home...because you know you're gonna fall flat on your already scary face. I'm sorry I warned everyone that they were officially fucked at the start of summer. I'm sorry that you achieved Upper D-bag status one week into rehearsals. I'm sorry it didn't take long for me to realize that I made a big mistake, fighting for the wrong cause. I'm sorry you lost the upperhand. I'm sorry you slipped. I'm sorry you still can't get past that whiney attitude...it's no wonder that you are the way you are now...you've been a mess all summer...and its your own fault. I'm sorry you can't pull off a creative, urban style because you're too much of a smalltown girl. I'm sorry you didn't have as much fun as you planned to this summer. I'm sorry that shit hit the fan by July 1st. I'm sorry I only love 2/3. I'm sorry that you're useless. I'm sorry that you screwed up everything that you thought you were doing right. I'm sorry that you've had a lot of work to do and you still have so much more to take care of. I'm sorry that you're a constant let-down, time and time again. I'm sorry you don't know when to shutup. I'm sorry you still don't know all of your lines. I'm sorry you still don't know all of you notes. I'm sorry that you still don't know all of you cues. I'm sorry that you're bad at acting. I'm sorry that you're bad at singing. I'm sorry you have so many secrets. I'm sorry you have so many regrets. I'm sorry that you're going to have more secrets and regrets soon enough as well. I'm sorry that you're all talk. I'm sorry that you can't handle the drama. I'm sorry that your ego is more empty than a popped balloon. I'm sorry that you've ended up alone...just like you started...just like you've always ended up. I'm sorry people leave you halfway through the woods...because they can't stand you any long, so they take off running. I'm sorry that the Jr cast was much more of a delight to work with. I'm sorry that those Jrs could easily out-act you at your part. I'm sorry you suck. I'm sorry you constantly have to laugh at yourself to keep everyone else's laughs from hurting you. I'm sorry you were too weak and scared and pathetic to help me when I needed you most. I'm sorry you don't realize that 45 minutes of time dedicated to fixing problems was especially meant for you...and you showed up at the end of it...and still didn't bother to ask for any help. I'm sorry you couldn't realize rightaway that I was pretty much through with you. I'm sorry that you break down too easily. I'm sorry that you're an idiot for thinking you're capable to doing my job. I'm sorry that the non-locals are generally better at life. I'm sorry that you can't handle a double-edge sword. I'm sorry that your fakeness doesn't fool anyone. I'm sorry I don't like you. I'm sorry I can't stand you. I'm sorry that you needed a large, obvious clue before figuring anything out. I'm sorry that you screwed up big time on your opener. I'm sorry that it didn't get any beter as things went along. I'm sorry that you Oops did it again the next day. I'm sorry that you were obviously on a another planet where pitch and melody and accuracy don't exist. I'm sorry there isn't much left for you to do wrong. I'm sorry that you look so dead on stage. I'm sorry I'm indestructable. I'm sorry that you're ugly, as well as your ugly friend. I'm sorry that I ignore you when you still try to talk to me. I'm sorry that you really don't get it quite often. I'm sorry that this is what it is and there's nothing that can change it back to anything better. I'm sorry you have no rhythm. I'm sorry you have no presence.
...I'm sorry I lied. I'm not sorry for anything of those things. I never could be. Happy August.