fantasizing about illness and marriage
Eric is sick. He’s got something like a bad allergy attack and the flu. He never gets sick, maybe just once a year, so I don’t really know how to make him feel better. He just keeps sleeping. I buy juice.
It’s different around the house with him sick. I get tired. I start feeling sick as well. I felt the same way when Lillith was ill. I stayed home quite a bit with her. I couldn’t stay home today with Eric, but my thoughts are with him.
why is her scalp bleeding?
So, are we all back now? Is the site up and running? This has been very annoying and I apologize. It seems the server that hosts Squishy just went down for a couple of days and I couldn’t FTP or get e-mail or even look at the site. It seems to be coming back, though.
Yesterday afternoon I went to get a haircut. I swear this story has a point. It’s not that I’ve been reduced to telling you about my haircuts or anything. Anyway, I went to this place near my house and I noticed that it has been bought out by another hair-cutter place (it isn’t really a salon), and it is now called “Fast Freddy’s.” Okay. I walk in and I’m the only one in there except for the hairdresser. She immediately puts me in the chair and starts washing my hair.
my new nickname and why taylor is a bad kitty
Sometimes a weekend feels like five days.
Opening night was a big success. We sold out, and had to turn people away at the door. They brought in extra chairs. People were sitting on the floor. We had a good time. Eric enjoyed it so much he said he’s coming to see it again (the play looks different depending on where you’re sitting).
everybody just be quiet for a second.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
You have to know that I rarely drink. I’ll have like a couple beers now and then. I don’t really like the taste. Unfortunately, last night we found a drink that I don’t really taste the taste. I had too many.
Today, I feel like poo.
Here’s the deal.
I have no voice. Because of that, I am going to be spending quite a bit of time at home. Alone. Without internet service. For some reason I cannot connect at home at all, and it’s driving me crazy.
because my brain is a little scattered today
I’ve been wearing my hair down a bit lately, hoping to get sick of its length. So, today I’m wearing a headband. I like this headband a lot, but it’s too tight for my head. So, right now I’m starting to get a headache. But will I take the headband off? Probably not. Then I’ll have that band across my head that shows that I was wearing a headband.
i spill my guts out and billy blanks yells at me
Hold on. I need more coffee.
Okay. I’m ready now.
i reach the breaking point and start dishing out career advice
I don’t know exactly when it was that I became a big wuss in my life. Maybe I always have been. Maybe I’ve always just been a big pushover. I’ve always had people tell me that I was too nice. “Oh, you’re too nice,” they say.
I’m tired of being too nice. I really am. I just want to be a bitch. Just once. I want to be a bitch with fangs and blood and nails like talons and I want to growl and hiss and make people back the fuck off me.
why i’m just one big bruise
It has gotten to the point that there is always something wrong with my body. Eric constantly threatens to trade me in for a new model. For three weeks now I’ve had an enormous bruise on my thigh from where I fell off Andy’s back during an improv show and the corner of the stage hit me. It was in full purple splendor when I fell skiing and was told I’d have a bruised shin. It didn’t bruise, but still today my shins are sore from falling. The bruise on my thigh is rather faded now, but it itches terribly, and is still sore to the touch.