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Throat is all scratchy and hurty. But I cleaned out Wilbur's pen and it made me feel a little better. But now I need a shower. Got to come home from work early a couple of days in a row. And I don't have to work at all this weekend. It's much fabulousness. Aside from getting sick and all that.
Going to send my resume in for a costuming job in Hawaii. It's with a children's theatre and is year round...we'll see. Oh, and it starts next month haha yeah... that wouldn't be much time to interview and move and all of that.
Oh yeah, the big news is that I got my star tattoos. Ahhh, the beginning of a chest piece. It hardly hurt at all and the artist complimented me on sitting so well for it. Perhaps I could make millions as a tattoo'd lady in a circus sideshow.
And another "i in the plural" - stylus. Styli. Yum.
I am odd in my views of my life and the world around me and compare them to movies constantly. Currently I am finding solace in thinking of Hedwig. Perhaps Scott and I are like Hedwig and Yitzhak, not in the dominating and wig stealing, but that we are able to be whole and complete people by being on our own. Is it like a gift that we gave each other (hedwig letting yitzhak wear the wig)? will we walk off naked into the city with tattoos on our bums? ... maybe I just think too much when I drive to work in the morning. I also wonder if Scott is my Big. Or perhaps my Aidian. I do miss him muchly. and the more I hang out with other people the more I realize that though they might be fun and nice (boys and girls here), they tend to annoy me and Scott is one of the very few people that makes me comfortable in a way that I feel like I can be myself all of the time and not worry about being judged.
I must help unload Wilbur.
Going to send my resume in for a costuming job in Hawaii. It's with a children's theatre and is year round...we'll see. Oh, and it starts next month haha yeah... that wouldn't be much time to interview and move and all of that.
Oh yeah, the big news is that I got my star tattoos. Ahhh, the beginning of a chest piece. It hardly hurt at all and the artist complimented me on sitting so well for it. Perhaps I could make millions as a tattoo'd lady in a circus sideshow.
And another "i in the plural" - stylus. Styli. Yum.
I am odd in my views of my life and the world around me and compare them to movies constantly. Currently I am finding solace in thinking of Hedwig. Perhaps Scott and I are like Hedwig and Yitzhak, not in the dominating and wig stealing, but that we are able to be whole and complete people by being on our own. Is it like a gift that we gave each other (hedwig letting yitzhak wear the wig)? will we walk off naked into the city with tattoos on our bums? ... maybe I just think too much when I drive to work in the morning. I also wonder if Scott is my Big. Or perhaps my Aidian. I do miss him muchly. and the more I hang out with other people the more I realize that though they might be fun and nice (boys and girls here), they tend to annoy me and Scott is one of the very few people that makes me comfortable in a way that I feel like I can be myself all of the time and not worry about being judged.
I must help unload Wilbur.