We’re Strictly Ballroom

The joys of finding out you’re being jerked around by someone you actually thought was pretty cool.

That nothing that was said and done was actually true, or had anything behind it.

The joys of being drunk at a dive bar on a sunday evening. Then being driven home by the last person you want to look at.

“Street Spirit” came on over his radio and I lost all feeling. Im always going to associate that song with Owen and in that moment, in this guys car, I can’t even describe it. Floating, Shocked, suprised, numb. They’re not the words Im looking for, but they’re the first that come to mind. 

Some of the people I work with are pretty cool, but I am looking for other jobs, because Im tired of everything about the theater except for the people that I like and get to hang out with on the job. But it has gotten to the point where Im just going to have to see them some other time.

Ive been so exausted lately, and yet I cannot sleep.

And Im moving to The Castro. so yay.