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[	Current Location	|	Briscoes	]
[	mood	|	tired	]

Rehearsal was pretty good tonight. Lots of good stuff. I did break the toaster though. In return it cut my little finger.
Part 3 of the interactive story coming up. If you read my posts (I'm so, so sorry) could you please leave a suggestion?  To promote more spontenaety and diversity in the story.  Todays suggestion by amphibious_one (sory, entomocephalous, you were just beaten out by alitteration)

  If I followed him, I could find her. If I could get to her I could blow the lid of the whole trade. So follow Brian I did.
 I shadowed him as he visited several stores, all pretty straight forward: Bread and Milk from the supermarket (he should have picked up the milk last - it would to be in his car all damn day. If he could do that, who knows what else he could be capable of?), the latest Pet magazines from a newspaper stand (apparently, Lhasa Apso is the newBichon Frisé) and a filled roll from the bakery around the corner. It was when he arrived at Briscoes  that  things went sour.
 In the back corner of the store, amongst the platters and dinner sets Brian met with her. I may have been hiding in haberdashery but there was no mistaking Genevive Grain. She looked exactly the same as she did in New Caledonia:  enough like the Briscoes Lady to fit in amongst the crockery, but there was that air about her: that nigh-indistinguishable something that can only come from Geckos.
   I was expecting a routine swap - Gecks for Green, as the Geck-Runners would say - and I have a feeling so was Brian. But nothing could prepare me for what Genevive pulled from her handbag that day in Kitchenware...

 What does Genevive have in her bag? I don't know, but you do....

[	mood	|	Tryin' to remove this glitter	]
[	music	|	Only the music in my head	]

I just wrote a whole load and accidentaly (I blame booze) went to another link...subsequently loosing all post-ness.
In summary, I just came back from friend-I-am-now-over's bus trip where told her several things I'm hoping she's too drunk to remember... I then, on the way home sent this text: "Your friends are kind and attractive, Be sure to tell them that". There was  also two people in my flatmate's room so I didn't say "hi"...</font>

[	mood	|	creative	]
[	music	|	Those Were the Days - Cream	]

Last Friday the whole flat went to Sumner. We drank tea at a place over the road from the cinema and, with tea in little polystyrene cups, we crossed the road and watched Walk The Line.
It was really great going out as a flat like that.
I started making my Gulliver costume today. I weaved (wove?) two Plastic Army-Men into my shoes so they stand on my feet. I was very excited about it but everyone in my flat was just, like, "mmhm" .(Sorry, I seem to have turned into a teenaged girl back there) 
I also developed the red photos for my friend's birthday present, put them in a red photo album along with a poem I wrote which contained her name (1st letter of the first line, 2nd letter of the second line etc) and gave it to her. She liked it. I was pleased. And amazed that that was all, actually, it seems the whole 'getting over my friend' thing actually worked. I thought that the present may have been a bit much for 'just friends' but no, everything was fine and there weren't any stronger feelings than friendship on my part.
   3Some opens in 12 days. On Sunday we will have a full cast again for the first time since, oh, first week of rehearsals...knock on wood [cannot find any wood so knocks on own head]