pretty fucked up.
last night, the head honcho of all of les miz came up to me and said, are you kim? i said yes, not realizing who he was at first because i never pay attention to those head honcho people. he said our yearbook was amazing and he wanted a copy for the les miz archives in london and then he said he wanted two. then he offered me les miz on broadway and how much i was appreciated by everyone and thanked me for cleaning up the choas.
so after being mortified that the story meg wrote about me, jackalopes and pabst was in there, i ran outside and called n. balling my eyes out. because i can't take compliments. i think this is because i tend to believe the bullshit ones, so when they are real tangible ones...i get upset and do not feel like i deserve it. i guess i am just used to being shit on. n. was asleep so abe talked to me and i was able to compose myself.
and then i went up to ryan and told him how thankful i was to meet him. he is amazing. as difficult as he can be...he is true blue, total honesty (at least what comes out of his mouth). i was worried about us after the tour. i'm not worried anymore.
now i have to pack. in 9 hours i will be home.
so after being mortified that the story meg wrote about me, jackalopes and pabst was in there, i ran outside and called n. balling my eyes out. because i can't take compliments. i think this is because i tend to believe the bullshit ones, so when they are real tangible ones...i get upset and do not feel like i deserve it. i guess i am just used to being shit on. n. was asleep so abe talked to me and i was able to compose myself.
and then i went up to ryan and told him how thankful i was to meet him. he is amazing. as difficult as he can be...he is true blue, total honesty (at least what comes out of his mouth). i was worried about us after the tour. i'm not worried anymore.
now i have to pack. in 9 hours i will be home.