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Last night was another rough night.
I am seriously the luckiest person in the world to have Tyler for however long I do have him. He cares about me beyond all fathomable sense.
I don't like myself. I am SO jaded. Every time I witness the art of which I live, I am just so critical of it. I am so selfish. I lose my temper. I am not compassionate. I turned into a woman, and I wish I wish I wish I could go back to being a girl.
Natalie Hyde and myself are planning to move out together sometime in the fall. That will be an adventure indeed.
I am so tired. I work every day, from early morning to late night. I get up, go to work, work an 8 hour day, drive to Anand's, work until we can't work anymore, drive back, and either collapse or go practice with my improv troupe, then collapse. I have absolutely no social life, and that's not even an over-statement. I don't see my improv troupe as friends, but as people that I work with. I don't even get time to spend with Tyler. I know I was bitching when we were around each other ALL THE TIME. But I miss him. I love him so much. I just want rest. I am tempted to just quit my job, and live off credit cards until the fall.
The fall, the fall, the fall. I hate the fall.
I'm hungry.
IRIS -- please get back to me on headshots. I will love you forever (not that I won't anyway.)
I am seriously the luckiest person in the world to have Tyler for however long I do have him. He cares about me beyond all fathomable sense.
I don't like myself. I am SO jaded. Every time I witness the art of which I live, I am just so critical of it. I am so selfish. I lose my temper. I am not compassionate. I turned into a woman, and I wish I wish I wish I could go back to being a girl.
Natalie Hyde and myself are planning to move out together sometime in the fall. That will be an adventure indeed.
I am so tired. I work every day, from early morning to late night. I get up, go to work, work an 8 hour day, drive to Anand's, work until we can't work anymore, drive back, and either collapse or go practice with my improv troupe, then collapse. I have absolutely no social life, and that's not even an over-statement. I don't see my improv troupe as friends, but as people that I work with. I don't even get time to spend with Tyler. I know I was bitching when we were around each other ALL THE TIME. But I miss him. I love him so much. I just want rest. I am tempted to just quit my job, and live off credit cards until the fall.
The fall, the fall, the fall. I hate the fall.
I'm hungry.
IRIS -- please get back to me on headshots. I will love you forever (not that I won't anyway.)