la. i'm killing time. i dont' like this keyboard. so, disregard any typing errors. they aren't my fault.


did everyone go read the article? because... if you didn't, you need to go do that NOW. before you read anymore here. my fingers are really cold. i'm wearing a really ugly outfit because i had to wear it for the filming we were doing today. grrr.


we had load in all day today. well, we really only had to be there for 3 hours each, but i came at 8 and helped till about 3. got so so so much done. i painted, i put legs on platforms, i assembled walls, i hung lights, i carried in giant boxes of props, i hung a gigantic sheet of black plastic on the wall... good times were had by all. tiffany and i were working on the plastic, and i was like "i don't feeel good... i just feel... ugh." and she's like "are you feeling done in? like you couldn't win?" (the opening lines of toucha touch me.) and i was terribly amused. also, i got to ride in derek's sexy jeep liberty. which had 1642 miles on it. niiice. and a heated seat. i was like "ah, i love you derek." i could live in his car. oh, speaking of derek, his co-coach was looking for a girlfriend for him, and pointed me out. and he's like "uh, she's 12 years younger than me.. veto." but i'm gonna call him in ten years.


we have cue to cue tomorrow (i originally typed cute to cute. i was like "awwwwwwwwwwwwww.") aaaaaaaaand tech rehearsal, AND we're preforming at the alley cat at... ten. i think. during the drag show. come see us, it's gonna be hella sexy.


you know, i could type a lot more if i didnt' have to put up with this terrible terrible keyboard. it's driving me nuts. like, the keys feel... like they stick. and if you touch the space bar for more than a billionth of a second you end up with TONS of spaces. on an entirely unrelated note... i need to update. like... everything. and i want to put my resume up. any maybe my head shots. ok. this keyboard is getting to be way toooooo much. so, i'm going. goooooooooooooooooooodbye.