climbing over the lecture podium

can’t believe every single person in the world is doin Better than I am right now. all of them. each and every

anyway I wonder how many people in this hen party of 14 got back to the hotel and wept over not having anyone in the world to talk to

places I have cried on my sisters hen weekend: in the shower as mentioned before, in the Uber home half an hour ago (front seat, hidden from those in the back and possibly the driver but maybe he knew) and right here right now in this hotel room, I wish to turn the light out so I can enjoy a little cry but first I have to finish a pasty I bought myself earlier for this very occasion

anyway no one reads this blog but it’s the only place I have to document shit like this I just had a BIG CRY in the shower of the hotel room I am sharing with my mum because a weekend of non stop exposure to a group of family members showing off to each other has absolutely done me in

hungover at the chita Rivera concert lads

i just know I’m going to end up lying about how many times I’ve seen come from away

i suppose the thing is i know rent and i love rent and maybe i should just put my dvd on because this broadcast isn’t... for... me???

i hate being contrary but I do basically agree that rent is a weird one to do for one of these telly ones. I’m not saying they all have to be starving artists for me to be on board but i just..... I DUNNO

i have always since like 2011 worked in theatres that have a turnaround of roughly a show or two every six weeks and like without fail i always ALWAYS get a crush on at least one actor per show it is such a problem I’m a grown ass WOMAN