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Went to Wendy again, tonight... the violinist rocked just as hard as last week. Damn, but I have such a crush on talented people sometimes. Talent=sexy.

I feel pretty. I have purple nails, and fabulous makeup, and I'm wearing the outfit I was going to wear to Placebo. I look like a disturbing old-fashioned doll. It's wonderful. ^_^

I used the whiteface I bought at Gown of Thorns and toned my colouring down a couple of shades, used mascara (BECAUSE I CANNOT GET THOSE FUCKING FALSE EYELASHES TO WORK ANYMORE), and drew doll/Clockwork Orangish eyelashes on my bottom lids. I whited out parts of my lips and drew a doll's mouth... hard to describe, really. Damn, but I wish I had a digital camera. Let's put that on our long term "to purchase" list, shall we?

Sigh.

By the by, Zan, where are you? I haven't heard from you for ages. Send me an email if you get this. Hope you're looking after yourself. *snugs*.

Buhfly's pipped me at the post and been the first person to write her fairytale for 5am_something, damn her. I'll have to get off my arse and write mine. Can't wait to read hers... maybe when it's not 5 hours until I have to get up again.

Good gods above and below, lend me the strength to say "no" to continuing this job past Thursday. I need at least a day's convalescence. And if anyone has the first half to POTC and throws it my way, I will love you forever and want to have, like, 1,000,000 of your babies.

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The snitch landed on Voldemort's head. (Dogs bark, can't fly without umbrella.)


Been in a shit mood all day. Was bloddy tired due to Wendyness last night. Started to wake/cheer up at two o'clock. Finished on the page I was working on for the microfilm, went downstairs to log all the applications on computer, only to be told by Drake that they'd extended my contract at this particular arsehole of a job for another three weeks.

"You're okay with that, right?"

"...[long pause]... yeh, sure. Whatever."

I really, really, REALLY need to learn to say NO.


You know, this whole thing wouldn't be quite so bad if it was because they liked my work, or whatever, but it's just because they need people and the other two temps have already skipped out. Bastards.

Three more days! Four more weeks. Fuck.

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Oh yeah, which reminds me.

I'm no longer going to be playing Cassandra in Agamemnon. Sam's cast someone else, despite the fact he promised the part to me. (He did this to Alex, too...)

He also didn't bother to call me or attempt to contact me in any way. I only know because I asked Liam today.

So not impressed.

FUCK YOU, SAM. FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS AND BACKWARDS WITH A STRAP ON FORK. COATED IN CINNAMON AND CHILI POWDER.

I am so never doing another Sam show again. And this time I mean it. It's one thing for the director to be an irresponsible diva, it's another for him to arse-rape you like this.