Big. Whopping. Headdesk.

[flamingshadows]

One more Music Man rehearsal and I might just jump off a cliff. I swear, what happened to motivation? I mean, it's been aggravating since the very beginning, but when we've never yet had a full cast rehearsal and are three rehearsals away from performance, I think I'm entitled to my anger. And I know Liz'll be angry at me for saying this, but

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[julianatheorize]

Dude, don't be anorexic. Food fucking rules. I mean, I'd rather be fat and have good food than be some anorexic bitch who falls over at being poked. You'd have to, like, learn how to re-balance yourself and adjust to the gravity thing. And if you got fat enough, you could be a total chick and/or dude magnet 'cause of your own damn gravitational pull. Fat people: 1, skinny people: 0. There.

[flamingshadows]

I already fall over at being poked...just ask Eli and Siegel.

Thanks for the kind words, I still feel like a disgusting cow. And I do like cows...but not this one.

[julianatheorize]

Oh, fuck no. The cow metaphor needs to die now. Cows fucking creep me out. (I'm vegetarian because dead cows are scary to eat, not because I like cows, because they are fucking creepy.)

And you shouldn't be grouped into the category of things that fucking creep me out. Wait, I mean, you do fucking creep me out. But not because you're cow-like. You know.

Right then. I had something nicer to say but I lost it as usual. Sorry about that.

[flamingshadows]

::Headdesk::

By the way...your icon=love.

[ita_veritas]

Heather I love you! Don't be sad! I'll wear my leopard thong tomorrow and do a strip tease for you in the prop shop! Will that make you feel any better?

[flamingshadows]

YES! Although Frodo might not be happy with me...hehe ::smooch::