bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- to hell and a soccer ball i've gotta go in and hang drapes in a bit. my right hand/wrist is sore because my stupid cell phone has a stupid snake game on it and i'm addicted and i got to 430 and i can't break it. i keep losing it at 425. this situation with JB has gone from colossal to ridiculous. i just laugh every time now. why the fuck do i do this? i have a full time (and then some) job with the shakespeare theatre, but i do the small shows to keep some kinda cred. with the other kids, who rag on the shakes. theatre because we're huge. well you know what, there's a reason we're big. we're organized. i'm just tired. and having to crap out a show like this gives me absolutely no artistic satiation, you know? and i'm certainly not doing it for the money. 200 dollars for all this aggrivation and stress? no thanks. i'd rather sell off some of the records i don't listen to anymore. like that savage republic album. i don't think i've listened to that in 7 years. the td boy i'm working with does have those nice i'm-a-guy-and-play-a-lot-of-soccer legs 'tho. that's nice. i can appreciate that. god, i am so totally going to hell, aren't i? 2:18 p.m. - 2001-09-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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