Does anyone else find it disturbing that David Archuletta sang a Rebecca St. James song from 1994 as the song from his birth year? 1994! I remember when I bought that album. Holy Crap! I still have that album on a cassette tape. EW!

Does it make me a horrible person if I want to say that I'm making vegan brownies for the staff senate bake sale and then put a ton of eggs in them?

And this is really important ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think my dreams have all the answers. I've been really stressed out about a lot of stuff in my life right now and I've been looking for answers, but I haven't been finding anything ( Read more... )

Anyone out there need a jobby job? Let me know ASAP. I'm trying to fill my current position. Thanks!

I've got a few acting events coming up, so come check them out, please! It would be awfully silly for me to do them if no one shows up ( Read more... )

My brother's girlfriend must have another vagina inside her vagina. Somehow she has convinced him that her child is more important than his children and that he should give them up to his crack-whore ex wife. My mother has gone nearly bankrupt paying for my brother's custody of those kids and got divorced over it. But does my brother give a shit? ( Read more... )

I have been ridiculously happy and swoony lately. I was listening to one of my favorite records yesterday and it has all of these beautiful songs about heartbreaking relationships and I normally get swept away and gloriously sad. I enjoy a little heartache now and then. But when I tried to sing along with the songs yesterday, the sorrow just wasn't ( Read more... )

So, normally, I don't read the dramaturgy listserve that I get emailed daily. It often seems like a bunch of snobby academics talking nonsense. Well, since I suppose I am aspiring to be one of these snobby nonsensical academics, I should start reading whatever they are writing. My first step has been to read the headlines at least and if a topic ( Read more... )

I know my mom so well. Today, I came back from the back room to see a voicemail on my cell. I checked to see who it was from and it was from my mom. A few thoughts ran through my head regarding the mysterious message she would leave me at ten in the morning. Perhaps an excited message that she's happy I'm coming home. Maybe bad news that I spent ( Read more... )