Tuesday, April 22, 2003
oh, back. i'm back.
i wallowed in the goodness like a piglet in filth. i can't believe the continued satisfaction that comes from being where we can touch each other. i even got a dumb airplane cold, and . . . still. i mean, who wants to get out of bed? i met friends, we walked around the neighborhood, i spoke spanish in the bakery. more than anything, i belong there. the monkey's stage manager even offered to get me an audition for the off-broadway company she works for. we ran around manhattan making a headshot for me from one of the proofs i had framed for the monkey, and then i waltzed into my first new york audition.
yesterday, i got called back. ha. hello, off-broadway. nice to see you.
leaving left a torn place behind, and now i'm suffering the remnants of this respiratory thing and a bed that is one person too empty. it's melodramatic, but it suddenly seems very clear why people desire to be bound together so seriously it requires a sacrament. he is beautiful straight through to the other side.
also, on saturday i made challah french toast and we ate it all and then sat on the couch until he turned to me and said, "want some ice cream?"
yes.
here, rehearsals are starting on the new project. and they're nice. it's nice to be treated like a grown up. even if the one who got the part i was angling for is the girl Shitheel fell in love with after he broke me. whatever, not her fault. it's going to be fun, laid off and unbusy like i am. this the life.
and these are the days. apply liberally to all surfaces and revel as appropriate.
i wallowed in the goodness like a piglet in filth. i can't believe the continued satisfaction that comes from being where we can touch each other. i even got a dumb airplane cold, and . . . still. i mean, who wants to get out of bed? i met friends, we walked around the neighborhood, i spoke spanish in the bakery. more than anything, i belong there. the monkey's stage manager even offered to get me an audition for the off-broadway company she works for. we ran around manhattan making a headshot for me from one of the proofs i had framed for the monkey, and then i waltzed into my first new york audition.
yesterday, i got called back. ha. hello, off-broadway. nice to see you.
leaving left a torn place behind, and now i'm suffering the remnants of this respiratory thing and a bed that is one person too empty. it's melodramatic, but it suddenly seems very clear why people desire to be bound together so seriously it requires a sacrament. he is beautiful straight through to the other side.
also, on saturday i made challah french toast and we ate it all and then sat on the couch until he turned to me and said, "want some ice cream?"
yes.
here, rehearsals are starting on the new project. and they're nice. it's nice to be treated like a grown up. even if the one who got the part i was angling for is the girl Shitheel fell in love with after he broke me. whatever, not her fault. it's going to be fun, laid off and unbusy like i am. this the life.
and these are the days. apply liberally to all surfaces and revel as appropriate.
