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threesome was good. it was a happy two nights. i thought we did well. drinks at happy daze were nice and cheap, although they chased us out at around 2am, very rudely declaring that they were closed already. but 55 for a jug of margarita? HELLO? a little expensive considering the place. and it wasnt even a big jug. the lovely girls bought me underwear, but a size too big. i dont know if i should feel insulted or to receive it as a compliment, but im inclined to think they just assume that S will be too small just because it sounds small. thats what i did anyway, but i never liked wearing anything bigger than it really has to be.
the cake was absolutely yummy. next time, if there IS a next time, please dont buy me flowers. get me something edible that i can eat, or something that i can keep. flowers remind me of what it is to be on stage, youre only in the limelight for that short moment, and then, the moments lost forever; a flower that blooms only blooms once and only for awhile. flowers are pretty, but largely useless, especially since after productions we tend to go out and celebrate, thus flowers have no place to be kept. a bag of famous amos wouldve been a better bet (= w/o nuts.
life is very sickening otherwise. i enjoyed the brief time i had with the girls. theyre absolutely lovely, all of them. today was the morning after. i survived yet another one. i think im really beginning to get sick of drama. i get less and less postproduction blues, and for that im thankful. getting too attached to anything is dangerous. here's a toast to the new friends i made, and two solid shows, and a wonderful bunch of people to work with.
goodnight.
god spoke 5:55 PM
the cake was absolutely yummy. next time, if there IS a next time, please dont buy me flowers. get me something edible that i can eat, or something that i can keep. flowers remind me of what it is to be on stage, youre only in the limelight for that short moment, and then, the moments lost forever; a flower that blooms only blooms once and only for awhile. flowers are pretty, but largely useless, especially since after productions we tend to go out and celebrate, thus flowers have no place to be kept. a bag of famous amos wouldve been a better bet (= w/o nuts.
life is very sickening otherwise. i enjoyed the brief time i had with the girls. theyre absolutely lovely, all of them. today was the morning after. i survived yet another one. i think im really beginning to get sick of drama. i get less and less postproduction blues, and for that im thankful. getting too attached to anything is dangerous. here's a toast to the new friends i made, and two solid shows, and a wonderful bunch of people to work with.
goodnight.
god spoke 5:55 PM
