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Hey ya’ll February 20, 2007

Posted by queenofnothing in Spouting Off.

I’ve been working my fingers to the bone lately. I’m sewing costumes for this great dance troupe I’m in and it’s a lot of hand stitching with very little machine work. My right fingers are so sore and I’ve still got about 5 tops to make.

We’ve got a lot of shows going on this spring. A couple in Middle Georgia, one in Middle Florida and one in Miami. Woot. I’m going to Miami.   I really wish that wonderful friend of mine from Bama would go with me. We could totally spend Saturday at the beach or hanging out or whatever.   He won’t do it though. There’s some old conflicting feeling going on and I’ve got the king and he’s got a queen (such as she is) but honestly, I just want someone without an agenda to hang out with and have a good time with.  And you know, if we ended up fucking each other blind, then so be it.  I imagine everyone else is going to the dance workshop and if I go to Miami and don’t get to go to the beach I am going to fucking scream.  The king won’t go with me. It’s during the school year, so he’ll stay here and he HATES the beach and sand and surf.

I had the strangest dream last night. I was with my dance buds and we were going out but I got a thread caught in my throat and when I tried to pull it out it wrapped around my uvula. No one would help me get it out and no one would take me to the ER.  I’m panicked because if it cuts off the blood flow the thing will die and then I’ll have nothing to protect me from choking to death.  When I woke up this morning my thoat hurt so bad and I’ve got that horrid barking, pertussis sounding cough.

Got to go get ready for work. Damn, why couldn’t I be independently wealthy?



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