bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- built by beth b. didn't see juno saturday. feh. i was just so stinky and felt so gross that i didn't feel like unveiling my wrath of grime on the carefully coiffed and assembled hipsters of DC. although, were i to take over the world, that might not be a bad idea.....YOU! Girl in the skirt with the shoes you probably paid too much for......here's a ball of dirt. phhhhhhhhtttttttp. (that's the sound a ball of dirt maeks when it flies throught the air. ok, not really. just pretending.) i'm kinda being bad today because i'm not attending the shakespeare theatre company picnic, which actually sounded cool, but my sinus; today they're crying mama-mia! believe me. pain and mucus when joined are powerful forces indeed. plus, i could really use the time to pain and distress my set, and feasibly, this is the only time that i'll actually have some drying time, unless i stay after all the actors and shit leave, and normally, that is so not a problem, but the milennium art center is located in the south west...spitting distance from the DC inspection station and there's shelter out back, and about .31 ambulances/hour. the guys who live at the shelter are actually really cool. they told me (true or not, this is still cool) that this randall jr. high is where marvin gaye went to school, and that made me feel better i'm working on a list of stuff that i can make and begin to make when i'm done with this small-beans theatre thing. gutair straps- absolutely. walletts maybe. i'm going to have to do some grommet and strap research. now i just need to clear a little corver of my apartment for my uh...'studio'. hah. yeah. 10:47 a.m. - 2001-09-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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