remember when currency was things like stickers and spice girl lollipops that you'd stock up on in chi town? and holding buttercups under each others chins to see who was the sweetest. or something like that. and sneaking into the drive-in theatre in the backseat under a blanket in 90 degree weather?but my personal fav, paying townies to go next door while you hide in the ally and they get you and your best friend nasty 10 dollar beverages.summer was so fun. now we're legal and growing up and over this old shit--being wifey's and getting big girl jobs. but i don't worry about it too,too much.what i do worry about is oil spills, and to a lesser extent, the undead.
im in a rut. restless,stuck. the valley is suffocating me. i cant wait til new york. is it september yet? im going to move and never come back to mass. i swear! i'll never leave that city again. is this maybe a little melodramatic? yeah. but its the actress in me. i wonder if my old acting coach is reading this. we should get together. i need help choosing a monologue. i keep picking depressing ones and it bums me out but i probably can't do a comedy either. im not very funny. wait, my life IS a comedy. ever since this one guy came into my life...thanks, Rocco!