Living alone is bothering me terribly right now. I get back in this room and I feel like pacing. I need company. I'm on Messenger waiting for someone to come on. The phone isn't enough. My friends out here are married, all live in the same house. Can't be over there late, its to intrusive, even if they weren't 2 hours away. All my other friends are ( Read more... )

Oh Sweet Lord. They've let MORE children into the house. A chorus of "hello. hello. hello! hello." like a gathering of primitive robots on repeat just on the other side of my door.

I've put on Nine Inch Nails to compensate.

I went to see Brokeback Mountain last night. It was better than I thought it was going to be, by the end I was quite touched ( Read more... )

An end must needs come to this situation soon. There are now THREE babies in my house and the reason why people still have babies completely eludes me. I'm going to be mad by the end of this last semester. Completely stark raving mad ( Read more... )

I feel like some crazy kind of junkie...sitting here drinking eggnog, I had the veggie equivalent of Montreal smoked meat for dinner, reading a best of Science Fiction 1929-64 anthology and waiting for my boyfriend to call. Yay ( Read more... )

There's something more relaxed about me now ( Read more... )

I'm back here now in Caledonia. This bizarre grind of making sure I see everyone and trying to relax. My parents have pretty much replaced everything in the house. I've met Laura's new boyfriend, Jay. I approve ( Read more... )

You fucking shit faced lying cunt of a man. You think I'm going to give up? FUCK YOU ( Read more... )

1 am ( Read more... )

So apparently this next show "Female Transport", has become the "ME show". Why? Because I designed it, am going to build it, paint it and I'm assistant props for it. I'll also probably be designing the posters/playbills. So basically it will read: Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me,...Me, Bill (director) and actors.