Dudes, I have auditions tomorrow, Saturday, AND next Tuesday and I don't have a freakin' monologue. I'm DOOMED! That and I have nothing to wear and I'm pretty sure all three auditions are in Broward. Crap Bunnies!

I need a job or I will kill my mother. If you know of anything where I wouldn't want to kill myself or the people I interact with, please send it my way.

I'm thinking of changing my journal style to one of these but I'm very sentimental towards my current one. I guess I'll wait until I get a paid account again so I can fiddle without guilt.

Motherfuckin piece of shit! My computer just deleted ALL my favorites. FUCK!

Oh, remember this post?

1. Nope.
2. What?
3. Not a chance in hell!

Tabbouleh and Nacho Doritos, mmmm. Unsurprisingly leads to weird dreams.

Happpy Mother's Day to all the Mums, Mamas, Memaws and Mamoos on my list!

1. Got a job. Server at Roadhouse. Gotta study the menu.
2. The drummer called me!
3. Bought a lotto ticket. What? I'm going for a trifecta.

I'm going out and so are you. The place is Oasis. Tell me if tonight or if tomorrow night is better for you.

Updated Palns!
We are going to Oasis Tomorrow Night! Don't know how to get there? Comment or call me. Need incentive? Good music, desserts, hookahs, drinks, etc. Oh yeah, and me!

This game is going to kill my soul.