Life just keeps getting better and better.
(Insert crud bucket load of sarcasm here).
This week has been coated in crapulence, and it's getting very hard to breathe within it's mountainous restrain upon me.
So, in true whinging fashion, I'm going to list the things that are fucking my brain up right now.
1.) My best friend is forcing me to audition for a musical on Sunday.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
I'm an actor and a dancer, not a singer. It's one thing I can't do, and I'm not afraid to admit that. Yet, I have to stand in front of some losers and do something I can't do and make a fool of myself in a SINGING ONLY audition!
And I can't get out of it because she's done a nice little guilt trip on me so I can't dog it....I mean, if it was a play then sure I'll give it a hit, I really need a drama fix and miss my acting days. But, I don't do musicals, I don't have a musical bone in my body, why force me to do this? She insists I need to for my own good, but FUCK....
2.) I just let myself be bullied into purchasing $700 glasses. I need to grow a freakin back bone.
So, I finally went to get my eyes checked again, because I havn't been for three years and I'm getting blinder everyday. And even though I already have decent frames, I allowed myself to be conned into purchasing $500 prada frames for my new custom made lenses.
Like I give a fuck that they're Prada! But I just don't know how to say no, and felt bad saying no so I just got them...
There's half my plane ticket for next year.
3.) Penetrating thoughts that I'm a failure not amounting to anything with life, and it's making me quite depressed living this stagnate existence. I'm not happy with the way things are, yet I'm too apathetic to make things change....
I don't feel like elaborating on this topic.
4.) Trying to work out my game plan on how to fuck Wonderboy off out of my life. How and when to do it?
I was made aware of some happenings when we saw eachother on Sunday night...I'm not going to go into details, but let's just say that it was a BIG BIG mistake to agree to him coming over...maybe I'll explain in another blog.
But all you need to know is that the shit has hit the fan inside my heart.
Thinking about all this stuff is making me stress out and have a bit of an anxiety attack, I can feel it in my chest, so I'm going to stop writing now....
ABout to explode,
Lex xoxo
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