|  Oh, the irony just kills me. |
| |
| "So, do you like your job?"
"Ha ha ha, I have the best job in the world! I can literally show up in my pajamas with messy hair- someone else does my hair for me- and then I get to act these great scenes. I work like 3 or 4 days a week: it's just great!" Ugh, and you get paid millions of dollars?
Shut up. Just shut up, I don't want to hear what you're saying anymore, you're a stupid, popular actress who doesn't really do anything. Why should you have more of anything? |
| |
| Am I the only one who doesn't mind if my job sends me home early?
Maybe when my budget is tighter I'll have more to say about it. |
| |
| You know, I wake up and I am in love.
But usually I am whisked away to a brisk shower and a quick change into a black and white part to run and join my other parts with only a kiss to send me off.
Then I spend my energies all day until I can walk over and wait to love you.
And then we can eat and be near for a while.
Then I am off to regenerate that energy spent during the day and you are home and I love you more.
Then we can go to sleep and I can wake up in love again.
My do work and love take so much time out of the day. |
| |
| Oh! By the way, did I ever mention I have a new guitar? A 1960's Gibson Blue Ridge?
Anyone who reads this will probably already know that but I just thought I'd make sure.
It has lovely tone and resonance (especially because the laceur is wearing out) and even though the finish is checking it only looks more lovely. I should post a picture. |
| |
