lost my keys
cut my finger open and only had tape to bind it with (to be continued…)
got curried chickpea sauce in my hair
meant to do laundry and get drunk but no alcohol and now cannot use hand
life is sad on this saturday
oh also yesterday on friday when I was also being a cool person in my room and only ventured out once, the guy at Duane Reade made fun of me because I was carrying a four scoop ice cream sundae in a to go cup and purchasing dental floss
The release of an audio recording of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? with the original Broadway cast pulls back the curtain on one of the seminal theatrical events of the 20th century. Featuring Uta Hagen, Arthur Hill, Melinda Dillon and George Grizzard.
Whenever I read about actors who are like oh I had to eat melted vegan ice cream and ten crispy cremes a day to gain the weight I’m like guys can I take your job you get paid for that are you for real
I honestly think the worst thing about my sadistic abusive fuck of an ex boyfriend is that he ruined the song “Losing My Mind” from Follies for me.
I love that song.
But the gaslighting and the fact that we were supposed to see the revival with Bernadette and then shit went down and then that he tried to win me back with this absolutely nauseating series of photos he sent over text illustrating the lyrics of the song because he knew ONE SONG BY SONDHEIM THAT I LIKED. And I mean so stupid. Like a picture of him pointing at a coffee cup. And a stock photo of a sunrise. Are you fucking kidding me you sociopathic piece of shit, you’re a massive dick to me and you try to win me back with a trite reduction of one of my favorite songs written by a man that saved me from suicide? Oh wow I’m so touched you spent five minutes on your iphone pressing a button
and now when I listen to Follies I feel sick to my stomach and I think follies is such a great score
AND HE IS STILL ON CAMPUS EVERY WEEK EXPLAIN WHY? BITCH YOU GRADUATED FINALLY GET THE FUCK OFF THIS CAMPUS YOU PREDATOR LEAVE ME AND THE UNDERAGE GIRLS WITH EDS ALONE I KNOW YOUR PATTERNS FUCKER
and stop ruining Sondheim for me