En mi corazón
Because I can't remember if I ever said it here, I don't actually use this blog anymore. I can be found here. If it helps, there are pictures of adorable Italian children.
And maybe eventually a photo of Cute Italian Indie Boy.
i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through
Because I can't remember if I ever said it here, I don't actually use this blog anymore. I can be found here. If it helps, there are pictures of adorable Italian children.
Both hands
i remember you in the sun
your skin pale in the light
so pale against your shirt - dark red, i recall
i had to look away quickly
concentrate on saying hello to her
to avoid staring at you
and i remember you as the stage light washed over us
a look of absolute rapture on your face as you yelled out 'you're beautiful' and she heard you
and i stood there kissing lo
it felt so right
but so wrong at the same time
because i wanted to be kissing you.
at pizza
after the show
i marveled again at how beautiful you were
then when kim asked if i wanted to spend the night
i said yes
because i hoped you'd be there.
i didn't want this to be goodbye.
and the whole time it was lo and me
me and lo
as i wished i could catch your attention
because you were the one i wanted.
i need
i saw ryan page at the mvcpa today. he's the kind of person i've worked on crews with, but never really gotten to know. he was the only other crewmember on the hang for joseph. so today i'm standing in the hall and i've seen him around but don't know if he even recognises me and he comes walking by, looks at me, stops, and says 'is your name iris?' 'skinda funny to run into someone like that. and have them remember you.
random story of the day.
all in all, frustration seems to be the theme set out by whichever gods are currently throwing things my way. feel as if have been running for a week solid on caffeine, despite fair amounts of sleep. hello? brain? i've been good to you. why do you hate me?
brain on temporary hiatus. all mail should be forwarded to brain, space out way, not here.
i woke up this morning with my nails pressed into my palm from a dream about snakebit, a nightmare about actors not arriving, not getting into places when i called them, courtney and eric not answering radio calls, sitting in the booth cut off from everyone wondering what the hell was going on as the song played out that was supposed to end intermission.
depression and stress and one line of a song stuck in my head and loneliness and losing things are not a good combination. i'm a mess. where did i put that envelope? the last time i remember seeing it was saturday and it's not in my bag anymore. fuck me this sucks.
rule one of being a stage manager: