Gimmie Gimmie

Random thought that's come up today: Reading people comes naturally to me. For some reason, I am always able to tell what my close friends are thinking and I am always able to sense how they're feeling, even when I don't let on that I do. The reason that I keep things to myself is because I like people to feel that they are able to talk to me about what's going on with them...which they usually do. But, don't be surprised if I don't act all that surprised when I listen to what you're saying, because chances are, I've already figured it out. I don't know why I'm able to do this...I just love people watching and I love paying attention to little quirks that my friends have and therefore, I am able to pick up on them. I am able to read some people more easily than others, but mostly, it's just a general ability to know how people are feeling at one point or another. It's fun - I like being ontop of the game. I have noticed with a few friends, however, that I am thinking what they are going to think before they've even thought it, or realized that they've thought it. Weird huh? Some people are like open books to me, even when they may be a mystery to other people. I love it though - it's a connection that few people have with each other and it's a very special one in my mind.
Cocoanuts is going wonderfully well; awesome reviews, perfect audiences, full houses for every show but the first one, and tickets selling out hours before the doors open. The show is getting better everyday as we all continue to settle into our characters. Thank you all for your wonderful support.
Fringe time is so much fun and Die Nasty tonight made me laugh so stupidly hard that when the rest of the audience was quiet and had moved on from the joke, I was laughing hysterically (and not quietly either) from my seat near the back of the house. Fuck you, ape. I have never laughed that hard at Die Nasty. So wonderful.
Not too much to post, really. I'm going to try to see more Fringe shows tomorrow...but I have to call and see about tickets.


The vagina that I have.
The African American vagina that I have.
The British vagina that I have.
The "pee-pee hole".
Chive Bannok.
German Bar Mitzvah music.
My cunt hurts.
Just in case you were curious.