Monday, July 18, 2005

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you

The Cowboy on Crack

If this play was a movie that is how the guy in front of me would be credited. I guess as assistant to the Makeup Artist it is my place to tell him he looks like an idiot. ...but I don't want to. I had a difficult enough time getting myself to tell him to wear more makeup and now that he's wearing half the dang kit on his eyebrows alone (oh my!) I don't want to want to talk to him.

I'm such a wimp!

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