awkward dog robot
my first opening night was full of nerves and votive candles and hundreds of ridiculously small glasses that need much refilling. you grin and bear it because you're a fucking intern and you smile and charm and do the shitfuck work and after three weeks, THREE WEEKS, they offer you a job for the fall. fuck yeah, fuck ya'll. the pictures underneath are from twelfth night opening. it was a must be at event.
i drank a whole lot of belgium beer at astoria and andrew harriss told me how he's living his dream etc etc bla bla bla ooh more beer then a keep away game with some boy from the navy. ew don't tell him i don't like boys in uniform. shhh
listen i'm not fucking anyone if i have to buy a metrocard to see him. i got a lot of potential effort and it won't go wasted on anyone in this godforsaken, beautiful city. it's like the museums. stay behind the line please. unless its a border. then you can sneak across and pretend to like me and take me to the ballet. i will save my unrequitedness like pennies in a jar for a huge trip someday for a kid who'll make me fall. i thought boys would be much more efficient in manhattan just like everything else in manhattan. dense, more like it. i'm so glad that my carefree, capricious nature is not turning into complete idiocy. its just too hot to fuck. eat popsicles and fry eggs and throw some ice up your skirts. (and leave me the fuck alone!)
alex came into today with some nice ripe dime sized hickeys on his neck! i'm so glad he'll talk about the death of theatre and then get mad when i bring up his love marks. he stopped trying to massage me so that's good. ew. must have got neck burns from his straightening iron. i hope when he get's into crazy sex the muzzle is the first thing to be strapped on.
ok we need to discuss my temporary roomie for a second. jessica poludin (please refer to the american eagle model picture below) makes me silly. she laughs at my jokes more than anyone and it makes me feel like rice pudding inside and i just want to jump in a ball pit with her. I don't know of anyone who appreciates my ridiculousness more. i like who i am when we giggle together.
nick 456 hair. thanks for taking care of me all over queens after all that silly belguim beer.
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posted by AmyMihyang @ 12:58 AM
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my dad just bought a mazda miata and i just bought a bottle of peach vodka.
now i'm just looking for a reason to use it, i'm geting lonlyier by the day i miss all the places i used to hate.
i also bought new shoes
i think i'm becoming more and more of a homo every time i go to the mall. at least with my new hair cut i don't look like a firzzy 12 year old anymore.
i can't wait to hear about your adventures in korea and i wish i could go back to japan more and more. right now i feel like i'm living inside wierd old memories. everone i meet reminds me of ugly fat or old versions of people i miss and every place i go is a place where i last saw someone i wish i could see again.
the reason you can never go home is because places have memories like moody ghosts.
i'm getting too Emo
boys are not efficient anywhere it has something to do with that pesky X chromosone we have, it likes to make the world dificult.
though i must say that i like this new boy at work eventhough i answer questions wrong i still might have a chance.
i'm just not that good at being happy
-Greenie-
PS. most boys love it when you noice their hickies it means they are geting some(even if it is with the vaccume cleaner)
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