everything in this place seems like a miniature to me; the countertops of my parents' house are shorter, the doorframes set lower. i wander through a dollhouse version of my childhood, barely brushing the depths of my own past. yet even while i am always the tallest in the room, i stand with my hands clasped behind my back and feel tiny, awkward ( Read more... )

...sometimes i feel like i've just woken up one day inhabiting someone else's life. although that may sound like a twilight zone episode, it's actually indicative good things for me.

the ball is rolling. a friend of scrumbly,the creator of wilde boys, was in the audience at one of our final shows; he himself was writing a script. he was ( Read more... )

and enthusiastic they are, i might add!

the kilt thing seems to have caught many folks attention...

and here's the review that's simultaneously most astonishing and somehow disheartening...but then, we all have our merits, eh?...

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....but just to be random:  any chance that there's one of my friends in atlanta who's crazy or bored enough to come hang out with me at hartsfield intl airport sometime between 5:45AM and 7:30AM, this Sunday morning ( Read more... )

New York, New York ( Read more... )

So I'm just going to forget about any kind of explanation of why it's been so long since I've posted. All I can really say is that I'm a different person now than when I started this journal--unfortunately, that's a person who finds it very difficult to make time for LJ, or even a paper journal for that matter. I live a fast-paced existence in ( Read more... )

Laying down my note in his bedroom's threshold ( Read more... )

hiya girls ( Read more... )

Sifting through these photos of you ( Read more... )