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[kellystowell]

I had a great birthday, (Saturday)...it was fun...Chris took me shopping, and I got a shitload of *stuff*.

On the other hand, I'm lonely for human touch...for...sexytimes.

And...the show I was just helping direct...is over.

Aliza saw to it that every techie hates my everloving guts...and they don't even *know* me...at all...never even met any of them...yet they hate me.

I found out...via third party...who got nominated for awards for performing in the show.

I feel totally superfluous.

I am not enjoying my life, one bit.

I feel like a fucking afterthought.

I'm a little pissed about everything.

Comments

[brujah.livejournal.com]

We should try to find each other on line one of these nights and have a talkies-talk, since we haven't ages.

Also, I had an idea about a career for you:

You should produce your own televised cooking show. Call it: "Fuck you, get out of my kitchen!"

[circumspectly.livejournal.com]

Hahahahahahaha...yes, I like this idea of a cooking show...could we get it produced in Merry Olde England? I need a change of scenery...

I love ya, Hellumz...

It's a new day, and the pity party is over.

But you know me, I'm still a little pissed. :o)