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So ... I think that today isn't a great day.
I write to cleanse and only here since I can't remember my other LJ password and my sidekick won't highlight the button.
I had moments of work today but I did a lot of nothing. I hate that. But it was a slow day and I cleaned.
I'm at rehearsal for JC this saturday and since I've been gone for a few days I haven't been here. There is a guy that is filling in a vacated role and he is smokingly hot. Supreme body. Tall. Piercing eyes. A smile to get lost in. So in his beauty, which in my full tantamount insanity is preventing me from introducing myself, I find someone who is so very attractive but as I am apt to do I take his beauty and mirror it against my, and unquiver your arrows, unattractiveness. Now the past few weeks I have been quit comfortable with my looks. Insert shock and awe here. But someone of this stature always adds a small kick to the pants and makes me miserable. I hate it. I, for some reason, can't just enjoy the shortening of my pants and move on but have to add this sick trail. I wish against all wishes that I knew the origin tale of this self imposed misery for I know what I am missing in life by having this cloud o'er my head.
At least to the gym I am yet again going.
I have a semi lead in The Verticle Hour at cedar lane stage.
I tend to ignore the rays of sunlight piercing through the pitch black clouds.
I sigh.
Why do I feel like a bit of shakesspeare mixed with peter murphy blackness....
My back hurts.
Lord he's hot. Wonder what his name is.
Everyones dead, play must be over.
I write to cleanse and only here since I can't remember my other LJ password and my sidekick won't highlight the button.
I had moments of work today but I did a lot of nothing. I hate that. But it was a slow day and I cleaned.
I'm at rehearsal for JC this saturday and since I've been gone for a few days I haven't been here. There is a guy that is filling in a vacated role and he is smokingly hot. Supreme body. Tall. Piercing eyes. A smile to get lost in. So in his beauty, which in my full tantamount insanity is preventing me from introducing myself, I find someone who is so very attractive but as I am apt to do I take his beauty and mirror it against my, and unquiver your arrows, unattractiveness. Now the past few weeks I have been quit comfortable with my looks. Insert shock and awe here. But someone of this stature always adds a small kick to the pants and makes me miserable. I hate it. I, for some reason, can't just enjoy the shortening of my pants and move on but have to add this sick trail. I wish against all wishes that I knew the origin tale of this self imposed misery for I know what I am missing in life by having this cloud o'er my head.
At least to the gym I am yet again going.
I have a semi lead in The Verticle Hour at cedar lane stage.
I tend to ignore the rays of sunlight piercing through the pitch black clouds.
I sigh.
Why do I feel like a bit of shakesspeare mixed with peter murphy blackness....
My back hurts.
Lord he's hot. Wonder what his name is.
Everyones dead, play must be over.