hairy nipples have landed
Let's see... two nights ago, I made a comment that I tend to send all the crazies I've dated out of the city.
One to Vancouver, Lethbridge and Victoria, in chronological order mind you.
It's a good idea. No, really. Wikked good. No one I don't wanna run into, in the city I call Calgary. See. Good idea.
Well, a certain hairy, farty, loud-mouthed, needy one that wasn't supposed to be in Calgary let alone the theatre community is gonna be in my theatre this afternoon.
Uhm. Yeah. The last words outta my mouth to this person were uttered some 6 (shit, really?? It can't be that long, can it? No. It's gotta be more like 5. I feel better if it's 5. Let's call it 5) years ago when I told her exactly why I didn't talk to her anymore. Hey. She asked. I answered. It was messy. Yeah. So, 5 years. Times change, right. People change, right? Yup. They do. I just really think it's interesting that she's coming in as an actor in a play entitled Jesus vs. Superman. It's gonna be terrible. I've read the script. It hurts my head.
I also have no idea where one picks up a conversation with a person when the last words said were "You really don't treat your friends with respect. If you want people to respect you, perhaps you should be a little less demanding when it comes to making them do things for you." I think I'll say "Hey".
And...uh... maybe I'm a little petty. Maybe just a wee bit. But I'm work in theatre. Last I heard she worked at Home Depot. Feels good to be me.
Ahhh.... a life in theatre. Never really does get boring.
fin
One to Vancouver, Lethbridge and Victoria, in chronological order mind you.
It's a good idea. No, really. Wikked good. No one I don't wanna run into, in the city I call Calgary. See. Good idea.
Well, a certain hairy, farty, loud-mouthed, needy one that wasn't supposed to be in Calgary let alone the theatre community is gonna be in my theatre this afternoon.
Uhm. Yeah. The last words outta my mouth to this person were uttered some 6 (shit, really?? It can't be that long, can it? No. It's gotta be more like 5. I feel better if it's 5. Let's call it 5) years ago when I told her exactly why I didn't talk to her anymore. Hey. She asked. I answered. It was messy. Yeah. So, 5 years. Times change, right. People change, right? Yup. They do. I just really think it's interesting that she's coming in as an actor in a play entitled Jesus vs. Superman. It's gonna be terrible. I've read the script. It hurts my head.
I also have no idea where one picks up a conversation with a person when the last words said were "You really don't treat your friends with respect. If you want people to respect you, perhaps you should be a little less demanding when it comes to making them do things for you." I think I'll say "Hey".
And...uh... maybe I'm a little petty. Maybe just a wee bit. But I'm work in theatre. Last I heard she worked at Home Depot. Feels good to be me.
Ahhh.... a life in theatre. Never really does get boring.
fin