Drawing a blank, here, folks.

In what was probably a rash and unwise move on my part, I deleted my old blog. I wiped it clean from the face of the internet, nevermore to be read or laughed over. I dunno...I just felt like it was time to really lay it to rest. I had a little funeral, complete with pallbearers from a porn site, special music from Wing, a homily from the Friar, and a few bad, tasteless, out of place jokes from the Onion.

Okay, none of that really happened (except for the pallbearers, which turned out to be a very classy move on my part.)

Randy says I seem more peaceful lately....

I am.

I think I'm at a good point in my life where I'm changing things I know I can change, figuring things out I know I can figure out and being the person I know I can be, and not worrying about the things I can't change, figure out or become. Simple, I know, but sort of a revelation to me. I've also had an awakening of the creative juices, and find myself longing for an hour or two at the piano (which I really don't have these days...time, that is...not pianos. Damn you, misplaced modifiers!) and looking forward to writing, which was rare, at best, before.

I also got my hair cut, and every girl knows this works wonders on the ole psyche.

Cuckoo's Nest is coming along well. So far, the Three Nutjobs (as I've taken to calling them...i.e. Scanlon, Martini and Cheswick) are my favorite. There's just something about those three. I'm also figuring some stuff out about my character, and am crossing my fingers for fishnets to be a part of my costume.

Or perhaps we could work another corset in?

Anybody have any idea what "twitch" is slang for? Apparently, this is one of the descriptions of my character in the script. "A 'twitch' named Candy Starr". Any ideas would be humorous and appreciated.

And Shawn, there were no noises WHILE the boob was grabbed, so get that thought out of your head, perv.

Much Ado is over, and I must say, I'm quite sad about that. I guess I had quite the crying jag Saturday night on Randy's shoulder. I think I put forth some of my best work, and I made friends that I'll have forever, so, while it's nice to move on to something new, the whole experience is bittersweet. That show was also my sanity these last few months, so it will be a time of re-adjusting for me as well.

Okay, it's entirely too late, and I needs to get ups earlies. (I don't know...don't ask.)

A patient grabbed my boob yesterday. Just reached up and grabbed it. I should be flattered, except that I'm rarely flattered when mammary mashing comes from an eleven year old autistic boy that makes funny (and I mean hilarious, not weird) noises the whole time you're working on him. I know that I'll probably be going to the fiery place for this one, but I could not stop laughing about the whole situation, especially since the mom was clueless the whole time, and my friends/co-workers had to hide in the bathroom they were laughing so hard.

You haven't quite lived until, well, I think you know what I'm going to say...

Last weekend for Much Ado coming up!! Get your tickets, slackers! (www.ltob.org) This will be the last time you'll see me perkipressed to oblivion (seriously, you really don't know how hard I work at that).

The hour I thought I might get this weekend to update never surfaced, so I do hope none of your were holding your breath waiting, cuz, well, that'd be tragic.

I got the part of Candy Starr in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". Jai also landed a part, and I believe I know one other person that's in it, as well. Rehearsal's start tonight. It shouldn't be too hard of a role, especially since "Candy Starr" is also my porn name. Very convenient.

A big thanks to Dale, Eric and Randy for their help with the move this weekend. "Many hands make light work...for ME." Too bad for the boys that I'm such a dainty flower and can't move the big stuff myself. Aside from Dale cursing my stairs and making fun of my huge tub of shoes, things went rather well. Thanks guys!!!

The only bad thing about all the heavy lifting this weekend was that by showtime on Sunday, I was a little sore, and when you're pulling a corset tightly over those sore muscles, it's not the most comfortable feeling in the world.

Ooo, another thanks to Tom and Lianne for showing up to the show on Saturday!! I must admit, I had a hard time staying in character when I heard Little Tommy laugh. But I DID have to laugh when afterwards, Lianne was like, "Whoah!! Where did you get those boobs!?!? I didn't know you had those!!" To which I replied, "Do you see now WHY I thanked my corset in my bio?" To which she replied, "Yeah...I want one!"

I love my costume...

I'm in the midst of auditioning for "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" at Emerald City Players in Dublin. At first, I really wanted to be the cheerfully evil Nurse Ratched, but the director had me read for the cheerfully slutty Candy at some point and now I'm hooked. As much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy playing vapid and loose...

I've been super busy lately with my new move, so I haven't had time to update, but you suckers are in for it when I get an hour to myself this weekend. Mwwwahhahahahahaaa!

This is the evolutionary love child of my previous blog, "Threads of Thought" and the person I am becoming. I realized that the title there was no longer appropriate for me, and that the threads I believed I was so wittily weaving are becoming more and more frayed (hence the title...sheesh, people, catch up) and really aren't concrete thoughts at all sometimes, but more "musings" helping me along on this little proverbial journey we call "life"...

Oh my gosh, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit at the cheesiness of that last statement.

Anyway, I wanted to start something a bit new.

So here, you'll find more of the same ridiculousness, but I'd like to also throw out a short story or two for you all to chew on, as well. But no more "At Home Breast Implants"...unless heavily requested. And less nudity. And more graphic cursing. And more ponies.

Thanks for joining me.