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Because you buy hats and warm gloves against the winter
To be the one "who loves too much" is not romantic. Or tragic. Or tragically romantic ( Read more... ) -
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Note to Self:
Do something artistic, every day, no matter how small or crap it may be,
Every
fucking
day.
"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something."
So top yourself or STFU and stop whining already.
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The only thing keeping me alive at present is the fact that I don't have anything to make myself otherwise, and my cats, and the fact that I'd be stiffing my vet for the over 2 grand in bills that I just wracked up repairing one cat. Yeah, no, and I'm not exaggerating. Melodramatic, sure. But entirely serious. I kid you fucking not ( Read more... ) -
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It feels like so long since I lived like I felt that life had any real meaning ( Read more... ) -
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It's windy as hell outside tonight, so of course there's the sound of that - the wind itself, scraping over the roofs and dragging leaves across the streets; kicking cans and collapsed boxes and whatever else it can drag to smash, clattering, against walls ( Read more... ) -
Aaaaaaannnd -
Tonight's the kind of night that keeps dragging me back to theatre.
Because it is true, unequivocal magic.
Yesterday's barely competent cast made the train wreck of a script acutally work tonight. For the very first time, I didn't wince every few minutes or find myself feeling as lethargic as the actors looked, or silently curse the useless ( Read more... ) -
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So I think this show has finally, officially put me off theatre for quite a while. I've put too much time and effort into doing what I do, despite all the bullshit I've had to put up with, to be treated like crap. In the next few days I'm going to get as much done as I can and then it's quits - the fucking Production Manager can have his keys back ( Read more... ) -
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Behold the t-shirt I am longing to make. I am so. sick. and tired. of being stigmatized. Or rather, living with the constant background radiation of being discovered and disbarred from 'polite society' just for being my own damn self. Dear World: get over yourself already. Y'all aren't perfect, either.
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Simply put, I am in no way convinced that Obama's healthcare system has done anyone any good. Just from what I see on the ground, there's been no improvement in health care - just an increase in health insurance.. What people couldn't get before, they still aren't getting - only now, they're required, and fined if they don't acquiesce, to pay for ( Read more... ) -
Quote du Jour
The three most oppressive words
in the English language are
Joyce Carol Oates.
Gore Vidal*
* I do so love that man. And loathe Oates. Quantity does not equal quality, you monotonous, monotone bitch.