Dude.

Seriously facebook, we've talked about this. I've tried to laugh off the dating sites and constant photo reminders, but I'm pretty sure this is the last straw. Jerk.

Super Cupcake Justice League

"The Caffinator"

"The Slinger"

"Baker's Justice"

"Frosting Blade"

"The Hipster Defender"

"The Night Manager"

GIANT CAT EATS BALLARD

Dear god, hide the children!

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Facebook, you are a bad friend.

Here's a list of things facebook should change, because it's being a real dick.

We all know facebook specializes its ad content. I used to be annoyed by all the ads for bridal photography and engagement rings, but when I changed my status from 'in a relationship' to 'single' (which is a hellish week long emotional goddamned process) all the ads immediately (and visibly) turned over from engagements to dating sites. Cool. maybe they should also hire someone to come over and kick you right in the fucking teeth.

Lets talk about that status change for a second. It sucks. It hurts you, it hurts the other person in the relationship, and it creates a lot of drama nobody needs. Did you know that when you finally get brave drunk enough to change your status, a confirmation box pops up. It says ever so delicately:

"Your relationship with ___________ _____ will be terminated. [YES][NO]"

You sonofabitch, facebook. Somewhere there has to be a human being that chose the text for that screen. That person has no soul. I am sad for them.

Oh, and facebook. Those "Photo Memories" you pop up on the side panel are ever so thoughtful. Ah yes, all the trips we took together, oh! That show we did! It's nice that you want me to remember that today facebook. I so look forward to the day you prompt me to "reconnect" with him. Dislike.

Just Me and Coffee (In the Morning Again)

It's impossible for be to blog how I feel right now, I only know how to write what I want people to think I feel. Strong or whatever. I don't. I've been trying to write something about this since it happened.

Damnitt. I'm lost, I'm horrified, I still don't know what to do, and I don't feel any better.

Fuck.

I like things.

I like my new job. I like my apartment and my cat. I like drinking red wine out of the red wine glasses, and white wine out of the white wine glasses. I like knowing the difference. I like knowing the proper uses of grammatical phrases. I especially like good acting. I like it when things are tidy. I like baked goods. I like traveling alone. I like seeing movies alone. I like those things better with someone I love.

YAY The books from my Dell'Arte studies arrived!! For the curious The Use of the Self by FM Alexander , The Second Circle by Patsy Rodenberg, and I Heard God Laughing by the 14th century Iranian poet, Hafiz.

Where's Laviolette? I miss her scattered inner rumblings!

Well friends, I've kept all my rumblings on the outside lately, I'm WAY into second circle epic brain-wringing rehearsals for WONDERLAND. It's nice to be in a company where your input is so valued, but I'm WAY third circle ALL THE TIME. Makes for much draining/unprofitable introspection. We open Saturday. Do you live in Seattle? Come marvel at our wonderness, and place bets on whether or not my stilted, hoop skirted, tea-seeking ass topples into the locks and gets eaten by rabid* sea lions.

No really. There are sea lions. 3 of them. and yesterday an adorable harbour seal pup.

Rehearsals look like this:

*not really.