oh my god

[theatreprophet]

I was going to write an entry complaining about the pains of theatre life right now (long hours -- entire days, in fact; and stuffy, crowded dressing rooms, and bitchy directors), but pretty much all thoughts of that have completely left my mind.

I need to talk to someone. I need to talk to someone now. I feel as if my heart is bursting to tell the

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[slasheuse]

call me!

[slasheuse]

00447746815494..!

[theatreprophet]

I'm digging out my phone right now. Whether or not I'll successfully be able to make the call is another matter entirely...

[theatreprophet]

Fucking international calls on fucking stupid cell phone. But I'll get on AIM. Right now.

[anonymous]

Congratulations!!!!! We'll have to talk all about... this new development!

[anonymous]

Congratulations!!!!! We'll have to talk all about... this new development!

Hurray for wax seals!

-Mimi

[theatreprophet]

Should have known as soon as there were wax seals, y'know?

[ctob107]

so now those of us not in the know are dying of curiosity...

[theatreprophet]

I'm not sure if this is an over e-mail/BlackBerry thing or a on-the-couch-with-a-chick-flick thing...

[scornedsaint]

I AM INTRIGUED.

[theatreprophet]

Oh, like you care about my random bursts of girliness.

[scornedsaint]

Pshaw! Of course I care. Espcially when it's, like, this girly.

[theatreprophet]

...are you sure you want to know? Because, you know, this is something you'd have to take TO YOUR GRAVE, and it's near the end of the school year anyhow so what does it really matter and it involves someone you sort of know so would it make things weird and...? ...You know.