Originating in the nineteenth century, confession albums were apparently what eventually became the questionnaire on Inside the Actor's Studio. So here it is. I have decided to try to fill it out (though some of the questions are weird). I will also include the answers that Wikipedia claims were originally those of the second son of Queen Victoria.

( Read more... )

What is so mysterious about it?
It's probably to do with drugs.
Like everything else from that time.
Certainly most of the songs I like.
Despite not approving of drug use.
Insert stern face of disapproval here.
Also a very short song.
Like most of the songs from this point.
Before the era of "Fuck the man, I'll play however long I like"
Some songs don't ( Read more... )

Not that that image won't with me for life anyway though.
So thanks for that.
Going to such lengths to prove you're worth more pity or love or whatever it is you're after only makes you look like more of a socio.
Not that you didn't pass that fake test with flying colors either way.
Let us examine (as lay people and therefore not with clinical accuracy ( Read more... )

I just keep thinking I should do something else.
I want it to be...today but also tomorrow?
I want it to be today but I want to have accomplished the tasks of tomorrow?
Yes.
Tomorrow in the vague future kind of way.
All of the things I now have to do.
Seriously.
I'm not sure how personally I'm taking all of this.
It's not like it's unexpected, but more ( Read more... )

Bum bum bum!!!!!
I think it's a good idea. It emcompasses many fields in which I possess an interest.
I'm pretty sure I mispelled like all of those words.
As well as the word misspelled. Mispelled.
Whatever.
I didn't use any words I couldn't spell on my job application.
If I get this job it would be a lot easier to get the career I would like.
Because ( Read more... )

Carry over ( Read more... )

Oh yeah. Legally able to drive now, how cool am I?
That was rhetorical as I know exactly how cool I am, being a 23 year old who only just achieved this.
Having been abandoned for wildflowers, I have spent my day watching Miss Marple.
Because despite being 23 and American I am, at heart, an old British woman.
I was not actually abandoned of course. I  ( Read more... )

More and again ( Read more... )

Or so I believe ( Read more... )

I said I should start reserving my complaints for this here journal and lo and behold I didn't quite feel as much like complaining about work when it required this extra effort ( Read more... )