"you crawl in bed, it's 3am

you smell of wine and cigarettes

you're beautiful;

but you're not going anywhere. "

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So, first post.

I realize this layout is a lot simpler than the last one; but I kind of like it, and I think I might keep it. I just needed a new start-- Deartimetraveller's shelf life has expired.

"Recently" has been a manic blur of ups and downs and middling in-betweens.

Last night

the (do you remember we were moonlit and I showed you that) corner I left devastated. ruined Parthenon in miniature. it's all broken bamboo and granite and late night whys now; i came back indoors at eleven and looked down to realize my hands and feet were scratched and bleeding.

Today

his arm was your arm, for a minute.

Went for the Make A Wish talk; and I'm actually kind of sort of looking forward to next Saturday a little more than a little bit. It's gonna be fun- raising funds for our wishchildren, and if I'd known community service could feel this rewarding I'd have joined sooner, and more often.

Plus we get to walk around in town wearing angel wings, which is always awesome.

Drama rehearsal was...flat.

I have an excuse- a bad night and bad bedroom eyes- but whenever I wasn't involved in the lines being spoken, I just kind of slumped in my chair and went vacant and I think Whitby noticed.

It was okay, though. Because whenever I'm up and it's Daphne's turn; everything...God, it's like something just comes alive in me and everything starts coming naturally; from the sway of the hips to the languid drawl to the shifting shoulders

Whitby: "...C'mon, Kaah-rah! It's DAPHNE. Sex appeal. Lots of it. Ooze sex appeal! OOZE IT!"

so I do my best to "ooze it"; although it's a little bit hard when you're in a grubby old house t-shirt and shorts and sport shoes and no fire-engine red lipstick.

Which is why I can't wait for Costumes to take over.

...AAAAND Michael made me crack up my line todaiii. I had to do my part; which was spin around with eyes wide and eyelashes a-flutter a la I Love Lucy; and crow, "....Lor, Mr 'Iggins! 'Ow ye start'led me!!" and when I did; HIS eyes went SO wide that I fell over laughing and everybody joined in the uproar, it was hilarious and I had to redo that line about three times over before I could say it again with a straight face.

...I love being Daphne, though. She takes me away from all the garbage sometimes- into her glitzy-trashy world of glossy clipouts and cheap champagne and faux fur and stilettos and latenight shifts and lipstick, reapplied.

That sort of garbage- I can deal with.

Okay now cue abrupt end to an abrupt start.

I'm going to do History notes and strum on le ukulele.

"y-y-you gotta cut your losses. even if it means cutting people out."

and she was right.