Pomegranate juice on my keyboard

I hate being the third wheel. As much as they protest any vestige of awkwardness, it remains, regardless. Sure, everyone's loved a tricycle at some point or another, but inevitably there comes a time where all you want is to get a real fucking bike.

I've made a list of my favorite words. They're so glorious. Wondrous. Beautiful. Intoxicating. Much like incense late at night.

I watched RENT again for the first time in a long time. As cliche as that movie is, and how shit just doesn't make sense sometimes, there are beautifully relatable moments that just resound with truth. It's like a half-glimpsed smile, or a wink from a smouldering stranger.

Rehearsal went well, aside from the absences of two fifths of my team. But Tres was right. No one will ever care more about this than I will. I'm glad we got Chinese food, though. We be real actors.

Because that's the only sign of a real actor. Chinese food.