disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.
note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.
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2003.08.03 6:12 p.m.
fucking gregreese. just say who it was, in case i know them. how frustrating.
i'm eating pistachios. they're delicious. delicious.
ellen's going for coffee with t.j. dawe tomorrow. i'm excited for her. he sounds pretty amazing. he has three plays in the fringe this year, one he's in, one he wrote, and one he's directing. that's pretty sweet. he's kind of old, but ellen's pretty smart, so it works out. i'm sure. she should stick it in 'im!
i went to see 'as you like it' today. it was pretty good. i realize more and more how picky i am about acting. even though i'm worse than most people i criticize. especially girls, i'm very critical of girls. and their high-pitched voices. just like mine. that's sad.
i need to learn how to be huge on stage. overly-huge.
i'm wasting time before going down to the fringe tonight. our second show this eve. it's two-for-one admission if you want to come. 10:10 pm. i believe. remind me to bring a journal.
and some sweet sweet love.
previously - and then
*oh random entry*
all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15
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