"Tons of people sit in front of the TV eating cheetos, watching rich people waste money, while they can't afford to take care of their kids... ...they are oppressing the shit out of you!"
I'm going to New York for a week. Cody bought me a surprise plane ticket. I leave on Sunday night after I finish a reading at Teatro de la Esperanza. That makes me feel kinda good and jet setty
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Backstage at Counterpulse for another dance show. I perform a LOT, though granted I'm not in a WHOLE lot of this show. I didn't even really advertise or tell my peeps. It plays tomorrow night too. Counterpulse at 9th and Mission, 8:00, I dunno how much but its always sliding scale pay what you can. SLeeeeeeepy.
Goodbye cruel world where I can not afford food or transportation, hello my mom paying for everything because she is super cool, has worked immeasureably hard at jobs that she tolerates and is taking my sister and I for a week of unadulterated fun.
This morning I dislocated my shoulder on stage at the Randall museum. I got my first ambulence ride and enough morphine to bear four nurses and doctors cowboy my humorus out from in front of me and into the center of me.