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I am Jack's stunted sense of self-worth.
Aug. 2nd, 2003 09:56 amI came up as Jack's belt, followed closely by his boots. Not the thrill of a lifetime, but hey, I'm "steadfast" and "casual."
What part of Jack Sparrow's outfit are you? {Pirates of the Caribbean}
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I've been jotting down random thoughts at work that I want to post; they'll probably end up all in one lump. Ah well. I actually dreamed last night! Hopefully I'll post about it later.
Last night I went to the Civic Theatre's current production of Jukebox (it's an annual Thing). Have a little ballet with your Fosse with your 30's-40's themed community variety show?
The guest star is a girl I knew way back when, name of Katy, who went off to be a star and doesn't seem to be starving at it. She always looked like she had a shot at it. She had the fire and the drive and the willingness to work 16 hours a day and look sassy and cute while doing it.
And now she's made it. She's singing and acting professionally... and I barely recognize her. She's not physically much different. She hasn't replaced any bits of herself with plastic, as far as I can tell. It's just like all the Katy has been ironed out or stuffed down or bleached, replaced with that glossy, perfect, plastic smile that looks like it should have Katy's sassy spark behind it, but just doesn't.
I probably should protect this or something in case she ever reads it, but my filters are all screwed up right now. Katy, if you ever do happen to spot this, I like you and respect and admire how far you've gotten. You're incredibly talented. I'm just feeling old, and wistful, and wondering about the price of fame.
What part of Jack Sparrow's outfit are you? {Pirates of the Caribbean}
brought to you by Quizilla
I've been jotting down random thoughts at work that I want to post; they'll probably end up all in one lump. Ah well. I actually dreamed last night! Hopefully I'll post about it later.
Last night I went to the Civic Theatre's current production of Jukebox (it's an annual Thing). Have a little ballet with your Fosse with your 30's-40's themed community variety show?
The guest star is a girl I knew way back when, name of Katy, who went off to be a star and doesn't seem to be starving at it. She always looked like she had a shot at it. She had the fire and the drive and the willingness to work 16 hours a day and look sassy and cute while doing it.
And now she's made it. She's singing and acting professionally... and I barely recognize her. She's not physically much different. She hasn't replaced any bits of herself with plastic, as far as I can tell. It's just like all the Katy has been ironed out or stuffed down or bleached, replaced with that glossy, perfect, plastic smile that looks like it should have Katy's sassy spark behind it, but just doesn't.
I probably should protect this or something in case she ever reads it, but my filters are all screwed up right now. Katy, if you ever do happen to spot this, I like you and respect and admire how far you've gotten. You're incredibly talented. I'm just feeling old, and wistful, and wondering about the price of fame.
