LALALA lightbulb
I wonder when I will develop a fan base of avid readers, when my 15 minutes will begin, and why I have chosen to spend my life promoting the accomplishments of others, and why the happier I am, the wierder things are, and why what fulfills me makes no sense to like, anyone else!
Exclamation points. LOL. I am screaming in a dark room next to a sleeping child. I am currently directing five pieces of theatre, and experiencing the following things:
No one cares when you behave well, or when you make reasonable requests, then you can toodle along and there is practically NO DRAMA. La la, kids are fighting. Lala the xerox machine broke. Lala cues are screwed up and people are tramping on your rehearsal time and space, but lala it all just continues.
People only care when you become selfish, needy, poorly behaved, manipulative, whatever that means. In need of an outlet. I got walked away from tonight on that front and I don't even know if it was a joke, a game, or a protected cover, and I don't really care, because lalalalalala I am very well behaved right now and kind of liking it. Because there's no real game when the truth sits there on the surface. Results, boom. Game, transparent. History, irrelevant.
I am actually not screaming. Just on paper. Dreaming sphinx dreams. Dreaming shipwreck
dreams about water and baggage. I haven't screamed in a while. Felt bad, but pulled covers over
my head and waited for rain. Is an umbrella baggage? Technically? I am procrastinating writing questions for the unit on media literacy. And damn, it feels good to be talking about something other than you. You know?
Who?
Love and kisses xxxooo
Exclamation points. LOL. I am screaming in a dark room next to a sleeping child. I am currently directing five pieces of theatre, and experiencing the following things:
No one cares when you behave well, or when you make reasonable requests, then you can toodle along and there is practically NO DRAMA. La la, kids are fighting. Lala the xerox machine broke. Lala cues are screwed up and people are tramping on your rehearsal time and space, but lala it all just continues.
People only care when you become selfish, needy, poorly behaved, manipulative, whatever that means. In need of an outlet. I got walked away from tonight on that front and I don't even know if it was a joke, a game, or a protected cover, and I don't really care, because lalalalalala I am very well behaved right now and kind of liking it. Because there's no real game when the truth sits there on the surface. Results, boom. Game, transparent. History, irrelevant.
I am actually not screaming. Just on paper. Dreaming sphinx dreams. Dreaming shipwreck
dreams about water and baggage. I haven't screamed in a while. Felt bad, but pulled covers over
my head and waited for rain. Is an umbrella baggage? Technically? I am procrastinating writing questions for the unit on media literacy. And damn, it feels good to be talking about something other than you. You know?
Who?
Love and kisses xxxooo
posted by Redemption is a dish best served cold at 11:14 PM
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