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Eww! I can't think of any personal memories I have connecting to vodka - never drank it & never want to. It's fun to say with a Russian accent, however. Vodka. Vodka. See - that sounds silly with a Russian accent.
CHARGE! Once more into the breech dear friends, ONCE MORE!
CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!
Yep, that's all I got today folks - watching Shakespeare-y stuff like "Slings and Arrows" and my mind is with the Bard.
Mine smells like flowers. I used to wear one named Ghost Mist and I bought it entirely because an actor I had a crush on played a ghost in a movie. Very silly but I felt secretly close to him. I was such an odd teenager.
My mother. Alex's favorite thing in the living room. What I don't want to be to my daughter. What I have to be as a director and a teacher. An illusion, mostly, made to help us feel safe when in reality....we are not.
I think of how I felt during 'Night, Mother - when I started to agree with Jessie. It really did feel like there was no point in going on with life. I look at myself now - with Alex and Wendy and my students and feel so silly for feeling that way then.
I was using one just earlier today to fix some lights for tonight's show. I like being a girl and using tools and KNOWING that I'm doing it right. It's reassuring and reaffirming doing something that so many of the boys around me can't do.
I was in a darkroom once watching a friend develop nude pictures he had taken of me. I sort of hoped, just the tiniest bit, that he would decide he liked me more than his current girlfriend and leave her to be with me. Didn't happen. I was, in fact, maid of honor at their wedding.
Blackberry is my favorite - the kind without seeds. Wendy loves her "Jamberry" book that I read her, which is largely about jelly. Is there anything sweeter & more childhood-ish than jelly - on toast or in a sandwich or spread on a cracker for a snack?
...on me when you need a friend. I like to be leaned on in that way. But there aren't too many people I feel like I can really lean on when I need a friend. Maybe I just don't like to be seen as weak or wussy. I'm scared to lean. Like to be leaned on though - makes me feel helpful and important and needed.
My grandmother's basement was my favorite place to play as a child. My cousin Heather and I played there for hours with old dresses, papers, glitter & markers and a tin of pick up sticks. Once while in Wal-mart I smelled a candle that had the exact scent of my grandmother's basement. I cried uncontrollably and without understanding why.
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