Life is lifey.
The men front is getting out of hand again. All these feelings! All this complication! It's becoming hard to keep track of and my head is spinning. Maybe a few months in a nunnery would straighten me out. ...Heh. What nunnery in this wide world would take me?
I suppose it was arrogant to just sort of assume I'd get a part at Montford this season. Just, having been with them so long, feeling like I'm really a part of that community...I dunno. I'm trying very hard not to be really, really depressed about this. I'll miss the memories, the sheer passion of doing theatre, the scent of summer dusk settling over the amphitheater as we rehearse long past sundown...yeah, fuck it. I'm depressed. But I'll get over it. And PETER got frackin' MACBETH!!! This will still be a good season, even without moi. ;-)
I've been apartment hunting and recently found one that I fell in love with. I'm not going to wax poetical about it until I know for sure that I can have it...which I should find out by this afternoon. God? Allah? Buffy? Come through, y'all.
If I can find my bathing suit in the half-unpacked strewn about wreckage that is My Shit, I will go for a swim today. I am hideously out of shape. I want that to actually change now, instead of just moaning about it.
Love love love love love to you all. Hope you're enjoying this beautiful, beautiful day.
I suppose it was arrogant to just sort of assume I'd get a part at Montford this season. Just, having been with them so long, feeling like I'm really a part of that community...I dunno. I'm trying very hard not to be really, really depressed about this. I'll miss the memories, the sheer passion of doing theatre, the scent of summer dusk settling over the amphitheater as we rehearse long past sundown...yeah, fuck it. I'm depressed. But I'll get over it. And PETER got frackin' MACBETH!!! This will still be a good season, even without moi. ;-)
I've been apartment hunting and recently found one that I fell in love with. I'm not going to wax poetical about it until I know for sure that I can have it...which I should find out by this afternoon. God? Allah? Buffy? Come through, y'all.
If I can find my bathing suit in the half-unpacked strewn about wreckage that is My Shit, I will go for a swim today. I am hideously out of shape. I want that to actually change now, instead of just moaning about it.
Love love love love love to you all. Hope you're enjoying this beautiful, beautiful day.