All is full of Glove.
Today I am auditioning for a part in 'The Vagina Monologues', which I hooked up at the very last minute yesterday with Clementine. I was helping Elka master the Noo yawk jew accent and decided that my 10-year hiatus from drama wasn't doing much for my soul, and D-Bag is managing to inspire me to do whatever the hell I want, even 10 000 km's away.
If I happen to get even an eency-weency part, that means I'll have on my plate overloading subjects on a double degree, On Dit every week, work and two practices a week until May. Phew. But like the true career woman I'm destined to become, who needs emotion when you don't have any time to think about it, eh?
Did I mention that missing D-Bag is driving me crazy? Who would have thought...the Aquarian wanderer and the pop princess, astrologically speaking it should've never have blossomed into true friendship but there you go. Funny how the universe likes to play Connect 4 with humanity.
Meanwhile, can't wait to go to Melbourne for Warhol exhibition with Marie. Just thinking about it makes the feeling of honey slithering through my veins more plausible.
Toga party on Friday night at Dan J's then homework and art for much of the weekend. Alone? Nope, independent and loving it...in a manner that can only spring from potent indifference.
"You are who you love, not who loves you"
If I happen to get even an eency-weency part, that means I'll have on my plate overloading subjects on a double degree, On Dit every week, work and two practices a week until May. Phew. But like the true career woman I'm destined to become, who needs emotion when you don't have any time to think about it, eh?
Did I mention that missing D-Bag is driving me crazy? Who would have thought...the Aquarian wanderer and the pop princess, astrologically speaking it should've never have blossomed into true friendship but there you go. Funny how the universe likes to play Connect 4 with humanity.
Meanwhile, can't wait to go to Melbourne for Warhol exhibition with Marie. Just thinking about it makes the feeling of honey slithering through my veins more plausible.
Toga party on Friday night at Dan J's then homework and art for much of the weekend. Alone? Nope, independent and loving it...in a manner that can only spring from potent indifference.
"You are who you love, not who loves you"