Ponder

I sit with my head cocked slightly to the side, and as I take a slow drag of my Marlboro Light, I remember you again. And as I do every time I think of you, I smile and wonder if I should be thinking of you still. There has been no one like you, and I never deny loving you, and I've described you as "my first love", "the best thing that ever happened to me," and "the one that got away". I haven't stopped loving you and I don't know if that is entirely normal. Though I don't think I could ever be described as entirely normal. Miles away you still make me smile. And I always wonder if I did the right thing. And just when I'm positive I did....there you are again. Smiling in my mind. Just being you.

I have no energy to title this blog

I am dying. Dyyyyyyyyyyyyyying. I was "occupied" until 6am and I am currently in the box office waiting for my body to expire and my soul to ascend to somewhere that is not Bloomington-Normal. On a good note...I GOT CAST IN A SHOW!!!! I am uber excited because I get to play a 12 year old english girl, a Puritan, and a 40 year old dull career woman. Since all of these are SO similar to my personality, this is going to be one hell of a trip. On a side note though, the cast consists of 7 women and NO MEN so I am a lil wigged out by the amount of estrogen I will have to interact with on a daily basis. My friends are primarily men and for the most part, though I am proud to be a woman, I find that most feminists are whiners and I get very tired of "Ohhh! I am being opressed! Wee wee wee wah wah wah. Men suck. Glass ceiling." Like seriously, shut the fuck up. You're oppressed if you let yourself be oppressed. I have never found myself the subject of sexism because I don't put up with that bullshit and it's written all over my face. That with "asshole" and "semen receptacle". Anyway, I am excited about the show and I am excited about working with a bunch of women on the whole, but I just hope no one turns to me and says "So Cassie? What do you think about feminism?"

To My Dear and Faithful Reader(s)

As I have been generally down in the dumps lately (and probably unpleasant to be around) I have not blogged in awhile. BUT as I love all of you I leave you with this.
"If brevity is the soul of wit. Your penis must be hilarious"
-Donna Gephart

A little levity for you as I try to attain my own. Kisses
Cass

So I have to go to Church

Okay. So today was a huge day of getting things accomplished and running errands. I had to hit the bank, post office, buy greek caviar spread, (Taramosolata. SO GOOD) then read a bunch of plays. After doing all this I had to argue with VISA and Victoria's Secret on the phone for 3 hours about they screwed up my orders with the gift cards. This is also after I have dug said gift cards out from the bottom of the garbage. In my bra. SO after all this craziness, me and my partner in crime Deanna decide to spend time with Godiva, eat frozen pizza and watch Sex and the City. After our senses had been sufficiently heightened we saw a commercial for the movie The Sweetest Thing which is the most absolutely fantastically funny movie ever made since time began. It was going to be on at 8pm the following day. Well after Sex and the City ended we started saying how GREAT it would be if The Sweetest Thing would be on right now. And with arms outstretched to the sky, toward heaven at the top of my lungs, I declared "I will go to CHURCH if that movie is on!"
Say no to drugs kids. Say no to drugs.