Dear Stephie + Friends of Stephie,
Tired.
Frustrated.
Sore.
Ugly.
Sick.
Numb.
A scream with no mouth.
are you crazy?
Another long weekend of commitments.
just reacquainting myself with html, people. don't be alarmed if i don't have much to say with it right now...
creaky saturday mourn. actors coming over in a few hours and i've gotta get a few shots off, including my first use of stage blood.
I hate this blog template.
Dag,
Dear Avid Readers,
Dear Goat-Fuckers,
Dear Burnt by the Sun,