lj doesn't even let me go as far back as the time I have missed. I have no access to lj or facebook. conatact me through email. dlebl19@lsu.edu.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(In the best and worst ways.)

You know. No matter what shit is going down in my life, as long as I am in a play, everything is fine.

I bitch, but I'm happy.

Every douche of a person I know is going into buisness administration ( Read more... )

I hate you, Clemons.
I love you, Beckett.

I'm going to Orlando, bitches!

I shall be in the theatrical metropolis of Chicago from Sunday to Thursday exhibiting my legendary monologue skills, and I want to embrace everyone that I can. My schedule is completely up to the hungry, thirsty schools who will no doubt be clawing my headshot and resume in greedy lust of my talent, but surely I can fit the company of my friends in ( Read more... )

Well, we got fucking drunk in a techno bar francais at the new year after attending a grand party with Jim (the Jay Gatz of Paris).

Paris is still beautiful. I love it here and am never leaving.

Andrea is beautiful too. Even Garrett who is watching me type.

We are sending a Happy New Year your way, seven hours ahead.

Bisous.

Ahh... Paris is beautiful.

I have been wandering around the city all day in my jet-lagged state soaking it all in. I feel at home here even without speaking the language all that well or knowing where anything is.

I napped to wake up to an empty apartment. I guess it is all mine.

Hope you are all doing well.

Through most of Bobby, all I kept thinking was how much Little Edie looks like Bobby. Slap a towel on his head, and there you go. What a crazy family.

It was great seeing you, Des.
Sorry I missed you Blake.

I better see everyone that comes in for Christmas, even if we just hug and part.

I'm going to PARIS!