this past week was crazy...this past life has been insane
i cannot help but wonder what will become of me when i get old. will i be grey and crippled? no, i kid. i do not think i will make it that far. i will probably burn out.
some guy brought a monkey to the hospital yesterday. he humped me. who is he? the monkey and the guy are he. at least the monkey apologized.
i saw hamlet (with my lesbian posse) on the commons friday, crashers (w/tamato) saturday, and charlie (with e-man) on sunday.
tom sent me a letter from germany. (for all you southies out there: not german tom/tom german...god...i wish!) he is well. i am well. i got nothing from the letter, but i am going to write him back anyways. why am i mentioning this letter out of all the others? because max is gon eof course.
while watching wedding ("weeding", ha) crashers, i kept interupting tamato's experience by telling her thati thought clare's guyfriend "is hot". she said he was alright. i thought he was smoking. and he is...what made my sad was that she kept telling me he was an ass. (he had a pretty ass, but i digress...) i feel bad for bad guys in performances. people watch purely to hate them, but they are not really bad guys. in real life, i am sure that guy is as sweet a licorice (bad example?) i am sure glen close is divine, but kids of my generation probably will only remember her as the bitch: cruela. it must be tough to be a bad guy in entertainment. little kids think you are satan incarnate, and older folks think you've got the reaper. i pity hot motherfuckers like that guy who played clare's guyfriend; they are the true pretenders in the mascarade. everyone pretending to be nice can go off...
i feel like rubbish. i won't say on livejournal, but "i can hardly walk". oh, goodness. i love brad.
some guy brought a monkey to the hospital yesterday. he humped me. who is he? the monkey and the guy are he. at least the monkey apologized.
i saw hamlet (with my lesbian posse) on the commons friday, crashers (w/tamato) saturday, and charlie (with e-man) on sunday.
tom sent me a letter from germany. (for all you southies out there: not german tom/tom german...god...i wish!) he is well. i am well. i got nothing from the letter, but i am going to write him back anyways. why am i mentioning this letter out of all the others? because max is gon eof course.
while watching wedding ("weeding", ha) crashers, i kept interupting tamato's experience by telling her thati thought clare's guyfriend "is hot". she said he was alright. i thought he was smoking. and he is...what made my sad was that she kept telling me he was an ass. (he had a pretty ass, but i digress...) i feel bad for bad guys in performances. people watch purely to hate them, but they are not really bad guys. in real life, i am sure that guy is as sweet a licorice (bad example?) i am sure glen close is divine, but kids of my generation probably will only remember her as the bitch: cruela. it must be tough to be a bad guy in entertainment. little kids think you are satan incarnate, and older folks think you've got the reaper. i pity hot motherfuckers like that guy who played clare's guyfriend; they are the true pretenders in the mascarade. everyone pretending to be nice can go off...
i feel like rubbish. i won't say on livejournal, but "i can hardly walk". oh, goodness. i love brad.