It's quite douchey in a very gay way, really.
I mean, you get sooo insanely unecessarily close to someone's face when you are putting makeup on them [well at least, I do... I don't know why, because the point of make-up is to see it from stage in the audience's seat.......].
Strawberry blonde eyebrows? That's pretty off-track. He was close, though. Very blonde indeed.
I don't know, maybe I should just straight up ask for his phone number like Piper did and then pretend Pink Floyd is my hero, and I am disappointed Obama won. ughhhhhhhhhhhh.
He probably laughed when I said "Yes, bags under your eyes... I watched a lot of old men last night on Bill Maher" because he thinks Bill Maher is old, and not funny, and hates his politics. Which is fucking stupid. But I would believe it.
That douche is just so damn attractive... UGH.
I wish I was an annoying flirty girl, like the rest of the makeup girls are.
But I run out of things to say.
Which is gay.
But I can't help it because I only really think about one thing [music], and that kid only talks about that with me when I'm doing his makeup.
Which he doesn't want done.
Which I really like to do.
And he was mad about the election.
THAT'S GAY.
Lololololol.

Man I'm retarded.
Too bad I'm not one of those girls like Alex or Piper.
Everyone and their dad wants Piper's nuts.
Too bad I didn't stay an ice-skater when I was younger.
UGHHHH.

 

Whatever. Come see the play.
I know I would if I were you...



It's quite a shame his hands aren't red.
I should've done it anyway... oh well. Dress-rehearsals.