I've decided that both heaven and hell can exist fully on earth, depending on your perspective that day. Ultimately, one little thing can turn your heavenly day into perfect hell...whether it's an offhand, insignificant remark that wasn't meant to be taken personally or a choir rehearsal that makes you want to tear your hair out. Or a crazy lady from North Carolina. All of a sudden you're having margaritas with the devil and you have no idea how you got there. And then all of a sudden he asks if you want to come in for coffee, and you're too damn scared to reject his invitation. Maybe I should learn to reject his advances.
Apparantly I'm a better actor than I think I am. This is encouraging. Maybe imperfection is what I'm looking for. I don't need perfect...who wants perfect? I'm much more interested in fucking up, trying again, and learning as I go. Maybe this time I won't fuck up. But then again, maybe I will. But that's what we're here for, right?
Junior cabaret = over. Hallelujah. I'm proud of us...the mighty eight.
So blogging? Do we like it? Either way, there will be NO dramatic readings.
Oversexed and underworked,
Jenna :-)
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i love you yenna.
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