My Stupid Mouth

There are probably worse ways to spend your afternoon than formatting headshots, but I can't think of too many.

Still, lots of girls would probably kill to be in my shoes right now. On my time, I get to stare at pictures of Manoel Felciano for several hours. This is, of course, before I get to research another pending project...a marketing presentation...that I've probably spent more time talking about than actually putting into action.

Did I mention my computer is in the shop right now?

Guh.

I'm listening to Cry-Baby from the other room, and, if anything, it explains a lot about my childhood and the adult I eventually became. Probably because it is like the white trash version of Grease! only better. Did you know that Hatchetface's cute mama's boy boyfriend was from my hometown? High school hellcats!

I heard they are making a musical out of this. Either it's the assignments talking or the T.V. in the living room, but, if there is any justice in this world, I think Broadway has found its eventual Alison Vernon-Williams.

Celia. Keenan. Bolger.

Stick in Brian Charles Rooney in the Darren Burrows role, and you've got me, baby.

Of course, if you want to know who these people are (They're Broadway actors: the former I was staring at for minutes on end, the latter wasn't involved in anything related to the headshot formatting...he just looks a lot like the guy from the movie) look them up. I shouldn't care about that and neither should you.

Don't abuse your work files, Havoc. Using someone else's computer is damage enough. Telling her just now over the phone that said computer is in the shop because of a virus has pretty much shocked her into submission well into next week.

Shit, man.