elphie

So last night... Last night was suppose to consist of me in comfy comfy jeans and my comfy comfy stud shirt, with comfy comfy braids in my messsy hair. My foot hurt, badley, so there was to be no running around... no yelling and waving my hands at my cast, trying to get them back on track because really, they normally don't need it, they're just that cool.

I wasn't suppose to have to throw god awful Columbia makeup on, run around three diffrent homes looking for a costume, and FINALLY end up in a painfully uncomfortable corset, boy cut undies, fishnets, and my oh so cute but evil maryjanes. (Yeah, remember that bad foot? OUCH.) Also wasn't suppose to have to figure out 'Hot Patootie' or those evil evil 'Sha la las' within 10 minutes time.

Ohhh man was I off.. I suppose that's what happens when you direct and have NO ONE to fill in for sick cast members.

Meh, the audience screamed for me at the end when I was presented... I secretly think it's cause they were waiting with baited breath for me to pop out of the damn corset, sorry suckers that's the beauty of spirit gum.

SO fucking tired....

PS. Just to bitch some more I have a huge gash on my right calf form the stupid stage, I should sue the theatre or something.