This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Saturday, 5 December 2009

every time you let me down, i realise that i could do it all without you. i don't want to but every time you fuck up, every time you act like a coward, every time you say you are going to do something and you don't, every time you fail to support me... well, i just know that i am stronger than you think i am, i deserve better than you think i do and i would be able to do it all on my own.
oh look, it's the blog you always ask for. completely focused on you.

ahh but that would be contradicting previously made points of argument.

rehearsals this week have been very much a rollercoaster. some have been just brilliant, one in particular, where everything seemed to click and we were all just so focused. and then, ugh ugh ugh. the not so good ones. we know our lines, they sometimes just get a bit sticky in our heads and refuse to come out. and we are all just SO tired and the focus died.
BUT bad rehearsals can be brilliant for scaring people in to those last minute line learning frenzies. aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh like 4 more days!!!!!!!!!!!

and so i have returned home to the crosby home. my cough has turned into quite a nasty death rattle (pah!) which is apparently only a pathetic untreatable virus so i just get a cough with no decent drugs or anything. BORING.

oh dear, what a load of angry self-pity.


  1. oh doll, so sorry to see you having a rotten time at the moment. I hope all the ambiguous stuff from the beginning of this post gets sorted soon (??) and you start to recuperate a bit over the weekend! Poor old lungs.

    We're going to have a lot of fun this week, you hear? :) xxxxx

  2. the reason i ask you to mention me is because most of the time you sound like so pretentious it is painful and you just write about things you think other people will want to hear rather that being honest with yourself . it's lovely you sounding all miss kelly clarkson, all miss independent when in fact it is only yourself who is contradicting yourself on a daily basis. the people who really know you will know how you can be. fair enough this is a place to vent your feelings but maybe you should forget about writing stories that people can pity you about and actually start being honest with yourself xxx