Good things do happen to me. I promise. I don't moan all the time. Honest.
Having not slept in a million years makes for a grumpy princess. Not even just a little bit grumpy. Grumpy as in the grumpiest grump from grumpy town. Ask anyone, they'll tell you.
I walked out of rehearsal yesterday. The same old thing.. stupid old git didn't turn up for rehearsal. Please bear in mind that we go on stage in TWO WEEKS. He has no clue as to what is going on. He doesn't give a shit that it affects the whole company. He's allowed to get away with it. So I walked. Told one of the committee members that I was outta there if they didn't get rid of twat-face and kept on walking. I didn't get very far, though. Mum came to get me. Which was a welcomed suprised. Good job it was her. Anyone else, I would have told them to get stuffed. But I'm not quite brave enough to say that to her. Nah, in all seriousness, I know it's affecting her, too, and I just couldn't leave her and dad in the lurch.
So, when this stooopid show is over, I am going to make sure that Mr Invisible 'I-am-untouchable' NEVER EVER gets cast in this company again, without the guarentee that he will be kicked out once he's missed more than a quarter of rehearsal time. GRRRRR!!!!!!!
(I have just realised what an over-dramatic spoilt child I sound like there. Oh well, this bitch is out to get her revenge!)
So, I mentioned that I haven't slept for ages. I just either don't sleep, or I have horrific nightmares. More about that later on as my blog developes. You'll get the idea, but there will be more information up very soon.
I am using my evening gathering information on 'sexual assault.' There will be references and links to other blogs in the hope that it may help other girls (and boys) that may have been affected in the way that I have.
I'm going to join a gym. I have decided. And I AM going to shift this weight. I'm not fat, just so you know. I'm wide. Tis true. I was told by a darling 5 year old girl. Love her.
Mission for today: Get some info up on here. And watch the X Factor. Bring it on.
Hi Kiatra, thanks for visiting my blog all the way from England. I hear your voice in my head as I read your words. Thanks for commenting also. I am adopted too. Mine happened when I was 8 and moved here from Greece. It was a very interesting adoption. Anyway, I like your blog's title, and I think you should be pissed off at this entitled jerk who keeps missing your rehearsals. Boot him off and keep in touch! Let me know when you post your sex trafficking article. Thanks
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