CARLA: You know, I've dreamt it. I dreamt that you found him a job. And he went crazy and
killed...
As in 88. Guido stares up from his newspaper.
CARLA (off): ...us both.
GUIDO: Who?

Going to see the fashion exhibit at the Met with art club was tons o' fun. cicy and i spoke broken french to each other, which worked for a bit. the Diane Arbus exhibit was awesome and beautiful, and Ruben's drawings looked good, although we zipped through it (you know how time deadlines are). we left a group of kids on the subway platform, which ( Read more... )

2 screenplays + no money = damn damn damn

"Black boys/White boys" from "Hair," only the best hippie musical ever ( Read more... )

the play is over and it went wonderfully. everyone was freakin' amazing and everything went smoothly. and now it's over and i have a three hour block of time added back into my week--what is this? oh well, i find something to do...

why oh why do i post these dreadful things?

i dream of sleep while i'm awake, and while i sleep, it's dreamless. odd how things work.

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now, i know i've said in the past that if you buy underwear with the band's name on it, then they own you, but i'm over that now. Dresden Dolls, you have my soul ( Read more... )

polish the way it should be spelled ( Read more... )

REALIZE.


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