alone again
homeless again
I don't like this. I came here with someone, why am I alone? I don't want this.
People partner up and stay together. I don't like doing things conventionally, but that's one convention I'd love to follow. I want a partner and I want to live with him. How is this a lot to ask?
He says we're lucky, blessed to have had 7 whole weeks together, to have found each other at all. He's right. I like that. I want him back.
I don't understand where he is. Where I am. I came back to the place I've been coming back to for the past 5 weeks and there's no big man to greet me. No one to poke me, no one to tickle me, no one to kiss me, no one to cook for, no one to tease, no one to beat at poker, no one
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
God I Hope I Get It
Jesus Christ Superstar am I experiencing some mega vampires!!! I have an audition for A Chorus Line today. What the fuck? I cannot dance good enough to be in a musical!
Or can I?
...No I can't!!!
That's what's going on in my head right now. Okay, it's slightly easier (for me) to rock a Fosse type number, but if I have to jump or do any sort of...real dancing, I'm going to die.
Here's another problem: no one will read this til after the audition! LAME! I need the support!
I'm just going to straighten my hair, get my song in order, print off my headshot and resume, choose a random outfit and be on my way. In 4 hours. That's enough time. Enough time to learn to dance like a dancer.
Also, this is a real paying gig. Like a good one. So even if I get chorus, that's wicked, right? I mean it's not as cool as getting a chorus part in ANY OTHER SHOW, but whatever, I get paid to perform every night! Then everyone who works with me will learn how hilarious I am and how great I am to work with and what a good singer I am, and I'll get cast for the next show that isn't so dancy dancy.
Okay, vampire not killed, but live-withable.
ps why the fuck is [title of show] closing? What are we going to do without it?
Or can I?
...No I can't!!!
That's what's going on in my head right now. Okay, it's slightly easier (for me) to rock a Fosse type number, but if I have to jump or do any sort of...real dancing, I'm going to die.
Here's another problem: no one will read this til after the audition! LAME! I need the support!
I'm just going to straighten my hair, get my song in order, print off my headshot and resume, choose a random outfit and be on my way. In 4 hours. That's enough time. Enough time to learn to dance like a dancer.
Also, this is a real paying gig. Like a good one. So even if I get chorus, that's wicked, right? I mean it's not as cool as getting a chorus part in ANY OTHER SHOW, but whatever, I get paid to perform every night! Then everyone who works with me will learn how hilarious I am and how great I am to work with and what a good singer I am, and I'll get cast for the next show that isn't so dancy dancy.
Okay, vampire not killed, but live-withable.
ps why the fuck is [title of show] closing? What are we going to do without it?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Weirdest Day Ever
So I'm in Vancouver with my man, exploring, enjoying, oohing and aahing, auditioning and canoodling...you get it.
Well, everything's normal, everything had a routine, but like, EG didn't have any friends except me and I get to at least meet children, parents and auditioners. So he's happy with me and stuff, but he didn't have anyone else--you can get cabin fever, you know?
ps, I'm a little tipsy.
So today, EG needed to watch a specific football (as in Soccer) game on TV and as we searched from pub to pub, he found this man and his wife looking for the same game.
Long story short, these guys were RICH and WEIRD! He's like early 40s and she's like 60 something!!! She comes from money and he's a dentist from England, they've lived everywhere in the world, they're just visiting here, they're about to go to Alaska...what the fuck. She had enough of his drinking and goes to their hotel, he gets my honey wasted as they accent it up and I go and babysit! Then he takes us to his hotel bar, for which I was way underdressed and EG tells me he's been given a substance to hold on to...I'm confused.
Need to blog properly when I'm not making an athlete his 3rd meal of the day at 11pm.
Well, everything's normal, everything had a routine, but like, EG didn't have any friends except me and I get to at least meet children, parents and auditioners. So he's happy with me and stuff, but he didn't have anyone else--you can get cabin fever, you know?
ps, I'm a little tipsy.
So today, EG needed to watch a specific football (as in Soccer) game on TV and as we searched from pub to pub, he found this man and his wife looking for the same game.
Long story short, these guys were RICH and WEIRD! He's like early 40s and she's like 60 something!!! She comes from money and he's a dentist from England, they've lived everywhere in the world, they're just visiting here, they're about to go to Alaska...what the fuck. She had enough of his drinking and goes to their hotel, he gets my honey wasted as they accent it up and I go and babysit! Then he takes us to his hotel bar, for which I was way underdressed and EG tells me he's been given a substance to hold on to...I'm confused.
Need to blog properly when I'm not making an athlete his 3rd meal of the day at 11pm.
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