*Domestic bliss?*

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Exams are over, assignments were corrected, and we're only waiting for one last grade to close our averages and rest assured.
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It was a restful, fattening weekend. We did places and went things. Wait? Is that right?
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I went to my dance classes yesterday. I hadn't gone in over a week. Today it feels like a train hit me. Time for some pain meds.
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Also, i went to the physiatrician again, earlier today. He prescribed RPG. Will look into that later...
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Because, this is whats in my near future...
"Arthur: But... You're a woman.
Lucy Ricardo: Yes, my husband likes me that way. "
(from I love Lucy)
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I actually have lots to do, besides that. Time to stop procrastinating...
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Have a great Wednesday!
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I dance this weekend. To keep posted about my dates and what I've been up to on the burle-Q, check out my Vintage Vanity.
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xoxo

sweetie

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Follow-up: Got two 9s and one 8. Hello Vacation! Well, back to housework... the kitchen beckons.
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*mea culpa*

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see you guys after my finals... Got a big test tomorrow morning, and if i go well, that's the end of the semester for me.
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miss you all. I've been mostly on Twitter because it's a quick fix, and working on my college project blog, which i edit. But i'll be back in no time, and putting more energy into burlesque. Cross my heart.
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Now i better get back to those books. Cram session, FTW!
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xoxo,

sweetie

*Preface*

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She tightens her eyes and sneezes while opening the living room windows. Fresh out of the shower and enjoying the scent of freshly dripped coffee coming from the kitchen, she wipes off a Glenn Miller album and puts it on the record player.
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10 steps take her to the computer. Picking a handkerchief out of the her purse, she considers her options. Its a shame to put such a perfectly lovely Saturday to waste. But the apartment smells. The clothes on the lines have been there for days, and the dishes in the sink, weeks.
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Records crackle. Coffee enhance ones senses. She procrastinates. That is the natural order of life.
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She misses her childhood. Saturdays were special. Now they are just time when grown-ups do the things normal life doesn't allow time for. Boring. She misses her teenage years. Considers the chocolate liquor in the booze cabinet. Sits down and enjoys the familiarity of the pain in her hips. The slight pressure of a tampon against the start of a cramp makes her sigh. "No sex in weeks".
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Basin Street is playing. The voice singing it is rich and deep, sad and intense. She is tired of adjectives. Coffee is black and very very strong. Or just coffee. She craves something nourishing... but that would require a clean kitchen.
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Chatting with the Mister online. He is at some doctor's office, waiting for his daughter's consultation. An invitation. Farmers market. She smirks, the idea is absurd. It will be over in 20 minutes. But sure, she will change and wait. She always waits.
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Meanwhile, work wins. Gonna boil some water and do the frigging dishes already!
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*bite me*

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Yeah, a mania episode combined with PMS is hilarious... When said episode ends before the hormones wear off, it's not.
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Popped another cherry yesterday. My first group casting call for a TV add. I did a Betty Boop impersonation. And met fun nice people.
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I'll never figure out why most people settle for boring.
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Happy Chocolate eating, ya'all. I know i need it.
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*5 things I learned about being a publicity Extra on Sunday*

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1. Wear comfortable shoes. Or bring a pair. You WILL need them.
2. Bring your own sunscreen. And an umbrella. And a sweater. Being prepared is not a crime.
3. Don't forget your basic makeup at home. Sure, they may make you a zombie. But chances are that they will not undo the process properly.
4. Carry a snack. Either the food is crap or you are allergic to it.
5. Have something to do. A book, cell phone game, whatever. There are long boring waits in between takes.
+ 1. If you got most of the aforementioned wrong, DON'T take too many pain killers.
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