my eyebrows should look like hayden panettiere's.

isn't it just irony that makes someone wolf-whistle at me when i have a bow on my head?

"hey, there, now."

plus the plot change you suggested for the evening of all-revelry, done-with-the-strike-and-play merriment...hmmm...

by the way, mouthing at you once more only from across the river this time: thank you, r.

i feel so relaxed even though i should be tense as hell. tomorrow night's another performance. i have two papers due by monday for communications. i have an anthropology exam next week, and i think i'm going to fail the damn fitness lab because they won't see fit (pun? what pun?) to accept my late withdrawal request. i should be pretty damn tense.

i will pay anyone to massage the knots out of my back while teaching me how to blues dance; two things i want at this very moment. you, over there...

i feel so cosmically ironic that i feel sexy and somehow worldly and wise with a white (innocence?) bow perched an inch or two above my right ear. what an odd combination of feelings...what an odd combination i am, though, indeed. i can't believe i found it...i thought i'd given it away. childlishly glad i didn't.

so tired. 

-d