I feel sick. They feed us here before GT and I think I ate too much mac&tweese. The vomit, it shall surely come. Hopefully after I get off work though (christIneedthemoney).
Last night was Rocky Hoorrrorrorororororr. Kristi, Emma, your absence was palpable. Kristi, you would have been pissed. Those kids at Dragonfly have NO IDEA what the fuck they're doing. Don't advertise props if you're going to give them all to the first show. Panties were worn, face was painted, be-boa-ed. I was really tired though; perhaps after 5 years it has lost its appeal.
I don't know. A lot of things have lost their appeal lately.
(Don't mind me, I'm just going through another one of those 'moooooods' again I guess).
It was good to hang out with Danna and Leah and Lela and Evn though.
Before we went to a zombie dance party at alal's. Oh sweet lord the kids there looked disgusting. After my own heart (er, brains I guess). Got told I was pretty. Panicked, then awkwardly replied "Thanks. You look really... dead." I am SO SOCIAL SMOOOOTH Y'ALL.
Started a new painting. I don't think I like it. We'll see I guess. I think I might try some portraits. whynotwhynotwhynot?
I should try some writing soon.
2 and a half days of this shitty job left.
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