random bored tired sore

I need a massage. give me a massage. My entire left side of the corps is tightening. My toe joint is all f'ed up. seriously f'ed up. My hip joint is this close to pissing me off enough to shoot it off with a warm rifle. my neck has been f'ed up for about a week. I am not in a good body place. give me a damned massage.

I bought LaDuca's yesterday. they are very special. I will feel very special when I dance with them on my feet. I will feel rich. I will feel sexy. I will feel like every other damned girl in the room. And I guess that's important. Type casting is a bitch.

What can I do about this pain. It's annoying now, but eventually it will be de-habilitating right?

I am tired today. I didn't do anything yesterday but I am tired today. I need to sleep more. I need to relax more? I feel like I relax all the time. I need to make more money. ugh. I need to get shit done but this job totally fries my brain of activity.

Auditions yesterday went really well. I was held until long enough to get asked to sing. this is the first time this has happened. Thus, I was not prepared to sing. Thus I sang 8 bars of "I Got Rythm." Shut up, it was 8 bars, it's not like I sang the whole thing and made a COMPLETE ass of myself. Pretty embarrassing though. damn.

I need to make this blog more fun. I think I need to go about doing that by being less fun in real life.

I'm pissed off that Kevin Federline's got so many friends on his myspace account. I hope they all taunt him with ironic messages about how he sucks all day long.

I'm pissed off that I'm so brain dead today. What the hell.

I'm pissed that I don't have more money. I like it, I want more of it. I'd totally use it for good and not evil. I promise.

oooooooooo I'm gonna sleep tonight.

My friends and family RULE. I'm a lucky lady.