industrielle

Week 3 in Cirque-ville. Starting to feel at home.

I had my first artistic training today, meaning that we were actually working on acting rather than acrobatics. Thank God. At least there is one thing that I'm required to do that doesn't make me feel like a fish out of water.

My roomie of 3 years got fired from his show the other day. Fuck. He's the best roomie a lady could ever hope for, and he'll be fleeing from this nut-bar as soon as his contract is up in December. Fucking showbiz. Chews you up, spits you out, and slaps you in the face. The circumstances surrounding his professional demise are highly suspicious and seriously uncool. This means I've got to move again. I can't afford this house on my own, and I don't want to find a bunch of new roomies that I might not tolerate. (We've had 6 others and could have happily done without 5 of them...) I could use a couple people to rent our 2 extra rooms for the next few months to save some cash. After that... We'll see. I'd like to buy a place but I'll probably need some time before I can get down on that shite.

I'm thinking about finally moving in with the boy. Its been 3 1/2 years and I'm still all twitterpated on my skinny freckled honey... I'll keep turning it over in my noodle for a while I think. I've got a few months to mull it over.

Hows it with you my lovlies? Whats the word on the street these days?

^^^This shit made me laugh^^^