To name a few...
My life is theater and downtown and bustle right now:
"Enjoying the woods, girls?"
Total and utter cogency at all times.
A love that I want to be realized.
Kickball in the sun.
Lion King weepiness.
Post-coital picnics.
Not the sandwich line, but we were close...
Singing impromtu opera to get friends out of the shower.
"But I like wearing underwear."
"Part of their world" and "Into the Woods" in the women's dressing room.
Pre-tower statue SEXercise.
First names that it's impossible to say; old crushes die so hard.
Five year old props resurfacing.
Lovely cake with fruit and flowers.
A new sort of best-friendship starting.
Eighties rocker wigs.
Goodbyes. Hellos?
Summer plans... to last the rest of our lives.
12 hour rehearsals.
Mejana's, Sitwell's, Starbuck's, Sunshine, Walgreen's, and so much more, filled with so much deep conversation.
Midnight smoothies and monologues.
TITTIES! BIRD FLU! TITTIES! BIRD FLU!
"The glory and the freshness of a dream."
"It's a small world after all."
Friends, strappy silver shoes, dreams.
Female twins and brothers... with breasts.
First professional review, first bad review. Hurrah, in all seriousness.
Zip Zap Zop champion!
RICHMOND! (With a pop in your voice and a fist thrust.)
Back to the days of pleasantly, near aimlessly wandering P-Ridge in the car, if only for an afternoon.
A shared grief.
"I'm not wasting your time, am I darling?"
"Of we go to the chopping block, here to get our heads chopped off: CHOP BLUH."
"Little."
Smoking jacket robes and the loudest laughter I've ever heard over comic books.
Pride, sun, cosmpolitan chaotic joy, coincidence, hugs, honesty, visceral(ity?), anticipation, actualization.
I'm so busy, I don't even have time to be regretful. If it makes sense, I think that I have become.
"Enjoying the woods, girls?"
Total and utter cogency at all times.
A love that I want to be realized.
Kickball in the sun.
Lion King weepiness.
Post-coital picnics.
Not the sandwich line, but we were close...
Singing impromtu opera to get friends out of the shower.
"But I like wearing underwear."
"Part of their world" and "Into the Woods" in the women's dressing room.
Pre-tower statue SEXercise.
First names that it's impossible to say; old crushes die so hard.
Five year old props resurfacing.
Lovely cake with fruit and flowers.
A new sort of best-friendship starting.
Eighties rocker wigs.
Goodbyes. Hellos?
Summer plans... to last the rest of our lives.
12 hour rehearsals.
Mejana's, Sitwell's, Starbuck's, Sunshine, Walgreen's, and so much more, filled with so much deep conversation.
Midnight smoothies and monologues.
TITTIES! BIRD FLU! TITTIES! BIRD FLU!
"The glory and the freshness of a dream."
"It's a small world after all."
Friends, strappy silver shoes, dreams.
Female twins and brothers... with breasts.
First professional review, first bad review. Hurrah, in all seriousness.
Zip Zap Zop champion!
RICHMOND! (With a pop in your voice and a fist thrust.)
Back to the days of pleasantly, near aimlessly wandering P-Ridge in the car, if only for an afternoon.
A shared grief.
"I'm not wasting your time, am I darling?"
"Of we go to the chopping block, here to get our heads chopped off: CHOP BLUH."
"Little."
Smoking jacket robes and the loudest laughter I've ever heard over comic books.
Pride, sun, cosmpolitan chaotic joy, coincidence, hugs, honesty, visceral(ity?), anticipation, actualization.
I'm so busy, I don't even have time to be regretful. If it makes sense, I think that I have become.