ANIMAL?
I LOOK LIKE A POODLE THAT FELL INTO A CUPCAKE AND DECIDED TO PUT SOME BLUSH ON! This play is going to kill my hair and ruin my face. I have to douse my hair in hairspray and fry it with a shirly temple curler and then i have to put an inch of makeup on my face JUST IN BLUSH. If i could use profanity i would! Ha! Thats how angry i am!
Ok...i feel better now. Well, yesterday was a wonderful day. NOT. The kids in the play i work with forgot thier lines so i looked like psyco path AUNT MOLLY trying to say everyones lines so i could get the hell off stage. Then some little kid, whom i used to adore, i wanted to put in a blender on grind and puree. I have never had violent feeling twards a little person as much as i had yesterday. ALTHOUGH, they did do a great job inproving when the curtain didnt go up. So they can make lines up but they cant remember the ones they were given?! WTF is up with that!? ARG!
Im calm now. Wanna hear my story?
Once upon a time there was a douche bag king who didnt listen to shit that the queen told him, so she killed her self. Then all of his younger daughters had mental problems and his older daughters had a hard time living thier own freakin life cause they were too busy criticising others... A very SMALL handful of them, however, were normal and didnt make me vomit in my mouth everytime they spoke. Then one lovely day Aunt Molly asked her little kids to go play tag on the freeway. THEN THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Ok...i feel better now. Well, yesterday was a wonderful day. NOT. The kids in the play i work with forgot thier lines so i looked like psyco path AUNT MOLLY trying to say everyones lines so i could get the hell off stage. Then some little kid, whom i used to adore, i wanted to put in a blender on grind and puree. I have never had violent feeling twards a little person as much as i had yesterday. ALTHOUGH, they did do a great job inproving when the curtain didnt go up. So they can make lines up but they cant remember the ones they were given?! WTF is up with that!? ARG!
Im calm now. Wanna hear my story?
Once upon a time there was a douche bag king who didnt listen to shit that the queen told him, so she killed her self. Then all of his younger daughters had mental problems and his older daughters had a hard time living thier own freakin life cause they were too busy criticising others... A very SMALL handful of them, however, were normal and didnt make me vomit in my mouth everytime they spoke. Then one lovely day Aunt Molly asked her little kids to go play tag on the freeway. THEN THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.