Sunday, December 17, 2006
Cultivating Dramatic Tension
To the cast of the show I was just in
Hi all,
Some of you might have received my despondent phone messages. I
seem unable to find your invitation, Patrick, and thus, have no
earthly idea how to get to your place. I also don't have your phone
number, and would end up literally crying on the street if I went to
the Danforth hoping to find your place. This sucks. I really
wanted to drink champagne with you guys.
Sorry I'm such a giant idiot.
m
Response from the Artistic Director
oh mattie...
i just got in and found this all. i was at pat's then out with paul...did you make it there? did fiona NEVER put together a contact list...she didn't did she!???
crap.
whatever happened let it blow over and we'll go for a little skate next week?
ARRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox a
My response to her
hey, I did eventually find my way there. I left messages for about a kajillion people, and heard back from Siobhan eventually. Although she didn't have Patrick's number, she gave me hope that I could find his place (and also some landmarks I should look for). I went into the area and wandered around until I happened upon a picture of a certain black-haired spinning woman on P&A's front door.
It was an interesting day all 'round, which included crying at my french-onion-soup-cafe (they were playing Christmas Cocktails Vol. 2), breaking up with my boyfriend, getting severely hit on at the party by a man who repeatedly knocked my sternum with an empty wine glass, and then getting rescued very astutely from said wine-glass-wielding gentleman by our Patrick.
Let's go skating as soon as humanly possible.
Hi all,
Some of you might have received my despondent phone messages. I
seem unable to find your invitation, Patrick, and thus, have no
earthly idea how to get to your place. I also don't have your phone
number, and would end up literally crying on the street if I went to
the Danforth hoping to find your place. This sucks. I really
wanted to drink champagne with you guys.
Sorry I'm such a giant idiot.
m
Response from the Artistic Director
oh mattie...
i just got in and found this all. i was at pat's then out with paul...did you make it there? did fiona NEVER put together a contact list...she didn't did she!???
crap.
whatever happened let it blow over and we'll go for a little skate next week?
ARRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox a
My response to her
hey, I did eventually find my way there. I left messages for about a kajillion people, and heard back from Siobhan eventually. Although she didn't have Patrick's number, she gave me hope that I could find his place (and also some landmarks I should look for). I went into the area and wandered around until I happened upon a picture of a certain black-haired spinning woman on P&A's front door.
It was an interesting day all 'round, which included crying at my french-onion-soup-cafe (they were playing Christmas Cocktails Vol. 2), breaking up with my boyfriend, getting severely hit on at the party by a man who repeatedly knocked my sternum with an empty wine glass, and then getting rescued very astutely from said wine-glass-wielding gentleman by our Patrick.
Let's go skating as soon as humanly possible.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
"Matthew, that's OUTRAGEOUS!"
I feel that I need someone to say to me "Matthew, that's OUTRAGEOUS!"
My boyfriend thinks that I'm replacing him with porn and masturbation. ARGH! Why is he so freaking high maintenance? I just don't feel like having sex with him or with anyone right now. And masturbation is a controlled variable. It's more that I don't feel the need for a penis up my bum at the moment. And jerking off is a bit of a different feeling. I would say that the two are hardly connected.
There's something about all this pressure too, that is making me want to run screaming in the other direction. Like RELATIONSHIP LET'S LIVE TOGETHER I WANT YOU TO HAVE A HIGH SEX DRIVE CUM WITHOUT TOUCHING YOURSELFWHILEIFUCKYOUYOU'RENOTATTRACTEDTOMEANYMOREI'MRESENTFULTHATYOU'REBUSY IDON'TUNDERSTANDWHYYOUCAN'TSPENDEVERYFREEMOMENTWITHMEWHYDOYOUNEEDALONETIME?!?!?! stuff that is making me feel like I don't really want to have sex.
Taking your clothes off is supposed to be fun. Isn't it?
My boyfriend thinks that I'm replacing him with porn and masturbation. ARGH! Why is he so freaking high maintenance? I just don't feel like having sex with him or with anyone right now. And masturbation is a controlled variable. It's more that I don't feel the need for a penis up my bum at the moment. And jerking off is a bit of a different feeling. I would say that the two are hardly connected.
There's something about all this pressure too, that is making me want to run screaming in the other direction. Like RELATIONSHIP LET'S LIVE TOGETHER I WANT YOU TO HAVE A HIGH SEX DRIVE CUM WITHOUT TOUCHING YOURSELFWHILEIFUCKYOUYOU'RENOTATTRACTEDTOMEANYMOREI'MRESENTFULTHATYOU'REBUSY IDON'TUNDERSTANDWHYYOUCAN'TSPENDEVERYFREEMOMENTWITHMEWHYDOYOUNEEDALONETIME?!?!?! stuff that is making me feel like I don't really want to have sex.
Taking your clothes off is supposed to be fun. Isn't it?
