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Today has been just one of those hilariously funny days.
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Funniest quote/exchange of today:
PEG: "That's the nice thing about working at home; I don't ever have to wear heels. ... And that's the other nice thing about working at home and living in the country. When it's hot, I don't have to wear ANYTHING. ... Just 'have to keep a long t-shirt handy."
ME: "Oh, for propriety's sake?"
PEG: "Propriety has nothing to do with it! It's so I don't stick to chairs. ... [freshman girl walks awkwardly away] ... I think I just grossed Maggie out for the rest of her life."
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That doesn't even count the hilarious Danielle-isms, Fred-isms, or Gary's "SUPER SEXY ONE-MAN-SHOW CALENDAR LINEUP" of poses during rehearsal. heh. I honestly do not even know how I keep a straight face on that stage. (Only that: when I do start busting out the cheesiest, gayest Grease-era dance moves during the somber part of The Docks... Mrs. Phillips gets a little perturbed. And, okay, rightfully so; that was fucking immature of me, I admit it. ... But no less fun. ^_^)
Anyway. I'm going to go dig up some old Neruda poetry and listen to "Sure on This Shining Night" for what could very well be the billionth time. I have a sick obsession.
Happy Almost-Friday, y'all. ♥
Today has been just one of those hilariously funny days.
~~~
Funniest quote/exchange of today:
PEG: "That's the nice thing about working at home; I don't ever have to wear heels. ... And that's the other nice thing about working at home and living in the country. When it's hot, I don't have to wear ANYTHING. ... Just 'have to keep a long t-shirt handy."
ME: "Oh, for propriety's sake?"
PEG: "Propriety has nothing to do with it! It's so I don't stick to chairs. ... [freshman girl walks awkwardly away] ... I think I just grossed Maggie out for the rest of her life."
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That doesn't even count the hilarious Danielle-isms, Fred-isms, or Gary's "SUPER SEXY ONE-MAN-SHOW CALENDAR LINEUP" of poses during rehearsal. heh. I honestly do not even know how I keep a straight face on that stage. (Only that: when I do start busting out the cheesiest, gayest Grease-era dance moves during the somber part of The Docks... Mrs. Phillips gets a little perturbed. And, okay, rightfully so; that was fucking immature of me, I admit it. ... But no less fun. ^_^)
Anyway. I'm going to go dig up some old Neruda poetry and listen to "Sure on This Shining Night" for what could very well be the billionth time. I have a sick obsession.
Happy Almost-Friday, y'all. ♥