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After some extended, unnecessary, and long recertification classes and work meetings, I’m finally back from the dead and actually have a life. And a small little raise.
Just in time for THE OSCARS!! Which is my favorite of all the days of the year (minus my birthday and Christmas). Seriously, Moonlight winning last year changed my life. For real. Like, it actually inspired me to file.
So. Who’s going to join me for cocktails and some Oscar watching?
New York is better than San Diego any damn day. Why anyone would rather be in Cali when they can be here is beyond me.
Anybody ever just get the overwhelming desire to sit on the roof and draw, even though it’s literally the middle of the night and below freezing out, or is that just me?
Okay... How do I start this?
Hi... That’’s a good start... Right? I’m Lyndon, Schuester. I’m new, I suppose... Well, no. I am new. So... Yes. I’m an aspiring actor, if that help’s the conversation. I’m going to be applying to NYADA, NYC and Juliard this year... Yep. That’s all I have to say for now...
Hi, again...
What the fuck am I looking at, yea here I know its nice and lavish place. But fucking hell are half you that depressed or just can’t take you’re medicine right. Also who the fuck let this guy let you in here. This place should be for the most stunning and lovely people who grew up in the lavish homes. Also if you don’t know who I am. The names Betty Powdersniff, and my parent’s used to be the most influential people. But wow, wow you all are a mess and I’m just going to sit here and get my fucking nails done. Because why do I want to associate with all the pathetic patroons of this complex.
Dua Lipa is my new idol and wet dream, that’s all.
A homeless person asked me for money and I managed to convince him that he should be the one giving me money. Don’t worry, I gave him a few bucks since it is Chrismas, after all. It made this shitty holiday kinda fun. I’d go around seeing how many homeless people I can do the same to, but then I’d have to give them all money in the end and I’m not about that.
So what exactly’s going on here? I’m really not tryna end up on some DocuDrama about a bunch of crazies locked up in an apartment complex.
