I dropped my glass slipper.

May the man of my dreams please return it to me before midnight?
Thanks.

My fingers hurt. My caluses (?) is forming from playing so much guitar. I have to admit, it's really addictive once you know how to put everything together.

Gross story of the day: Phoebe ate a rubber elastic last night... and sure enough pooped it out this afternoon. BUT the turd was done and the elastic was stuck in her ass! She tried to rub it out by dragging her ass all over the carpet!!! I had to do it myself, it was fucking disgusting. Especially when it snapped once it got out of her. For now, her ass is clean, but I'm still pissed I had to clean her shit all over the place.

Quite the LOL moment. Duncs was there to witness it. Eww. We watched Mayor of the Sunset Strip tonight... so good. A must see documentary.

I think I'm the queen of one-liners in the show. Best ending lines ever. But the downside for now is that I'm in 4 sketches, awesome ones for sure... but we always like to shine more than we are permitted at times- don't we? I can't wait for the industry show, I badly want to do my stand-up act. Ah well, I've got some good sketches brewing for the next one. I'm not worried.

The boy business is completely over. I feel disgusting over the whole thing. I guess I'm more upset over it because I'm not already in a new relationship. It's that time of year where I wish I was. Less than a month until Christmas- anyone want to babysit elastic ass? Let me know.

Until then- bonne nuit.