MAMANILLA IS DEAD.
for a while....i've gotten rid of her. But she'll be back.
okay this is for the quick facts section that I'll develop later...but i just wanted you guys to know this about me. you know I'm an aquarian I mean how could you not know that about me. But my rising sign is aries. Fire and Air.... hmmmmm.
8-21-98: bird splats...
i'm too fucking pissed to format this page correctly today. god damn it. all to hell you
fucking tripod shit.
hit a fucking pigeon. big woop!
had fun with eris at k&w
i know she's upset that i won't be going to philly for closing weekend.
i made the decision (with the help of a director)
i'm playing penn in the green man gets a hand
that will be green when i find my color wheel.
hmmmm, i know won't have a free weekend until november.
i really can't write anymore. i had this nice long entry and mishit the mousekey
and the screen changed. and when you are writing out your code. every time the screen changes
it's basically like reloading the page...so whatever you dont have saved.
good nite. have a great weekend.
off to farte some more.
I was pissed as hell yesterday.
NO! I don't have to move, yes i'm fucking content in North Carolina
right now, I don't have family all over the goddamn country who will
bail me out of a jam every fucking time i get a damn boo-boo. So I
have to plan when that shit happens to me.
I'm glad your bougey ass can do all the artistic things that you want to
do and fail at and that your mother and father will be there to pay your car payment,
car insurance, rent and feed you.
i'm sorry the man who fucked you and then when you got
the abortion slapped your ass silly. and now you want him back in your life?
sorry i can't drag my ass to see you every fucking time to meet you
beck and call.
But i got the fuck you on the phone yesterday from said she. She's
not happy that people aren't coming to her gigs and stuff. And
without people around her to support her and tell her she's god's gift
to the artistic community. She can't simply continue by herself and
So I say grow the fuck up and get another fucking vocation if you
can't do it by yourself. THE ONLY person you have to support and
count on is yourself. and if you can't handle the shit alone, then stop
doing it and settle down and be like the 500 million negroes who don't
get what they want handed to them and so have to complain to somebody
who doesn't really give a damn and end up doing it on
their own anyway.
Especially when you are trash talking the person who you so
desparately want love and support and friendship from. Yeah, that
makes me want to run to your side and be there for you.
"ive got enuff friends like that...i don't need anymore."
8-20-98: 0~and i am so ORDINARY~0
8-19-98: Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Welp, I got my signature sheet back today. Two weeks before it is officially official. I need someone to read over it one more time to make sure that all of my syntax and grammar items are correct. any volunteers? later.
anyway...moving about in the office is why i haven't updated. new cubicle, hideous space, but i get to buy a new lamp (expense accounts are great). first rehearsal is next week for my new singing group. This hopefully will be a good thing. caren commented on lyle as being "highly dramatic." I laughed a good laff at that one. had brush up for midsummer last nite, and i saw some of my fraternity brothers. that was a good thing. we went back to kurt's room and watched the REAL WORLD. that was a pretty good episode. glad stephan and janet are getting along better. kurt's going to have mad issues by the middle of the semester. apparently his roommate is bisexual... but he is a total fucking. I mean I literally had to sit in front of his bed on the floor (he was lying on top of (shirtless i might add) watching the television) so that i wouldn't stare at him the whole nite. I mean I know he's probably 12, but damn he had me twirling. and if you asked me to describe him right now or to pull him out of a line up of men--I couldn't do it. I killed another roach last nite. that makes two. superleroy was back--but ipswitch prevailed. here lizard lizard. good nite all.
Three shitty things happened to me over the weekend and they are connected. so i was robbed friday nite in front of my house. not me personally (luckily i was able to get into the house before the guy did anything to me) but my car was ransacked. no problem. The crook took my signed TLS cast recording along with about $300 worth of CDs, my checkbook, my bootleg bag and a nice leather backpack. In my bootleg bag was a stash from the last dc show that i saw. boo hoo. so on saturday, after helping eris move and freezing my bank account. three traffic accidents make me miss my call for the Commeida that I'm doing. I arrive at the show in time to go on, but the director was already in costume and really wanted to go on in my role (go figure). It's the first time in 11 years of performing on stage that I have ever missed a performance. It was the weirdest and most disappointing moment I've had in a long long time. argh.
I have an obsessive/compulsive disorder which can get me in trouble. oh well.
and i'm going to use it today or tomorrow.
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