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Mar. 23rd, 2012


Public by Gypsy P.

[Girlish, loopy and almost painstaking until halfway down where she gives up the pretense - where it gets more messy]

Dear Diary,
Today I was once again struck by how very ridiculous the stage can be. I'm not used to actually singing in dresses showing ninety percent of my breasts. Costume designers should remember that we're going to end up topless unless they do their job right. The public would love that, but the few kiddies might get traumatized. That is if they weren't already by the Phantom. In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came - to come and stalk me, all of the way...

Signs I'm getting ridiculous: even Meg is laughing. Whose bright idea was it to send journals? This is usually meant to be a private event. And what's with Passages actually being something other then the crappy shack for dares?

Mar. 21st, 2012



That guy came back to the VIP Salon tonight. The poker player from New Jersey who wears too much Axe body spray and always tries to stick the tips in my waistband. He keeps making the same offers - trying to save me from my life of waiting tables. He says I could be his Vegas mistress, he'd buy me a condo and a car.

It would be nice to have a car.

But he scares me, and the thought of him touching me makes me want to barf. I thought I might upchuck my dinner tonight when he touched my leg. I was honestly worried he'd follow me home, so I hid in the kitchens for an hour after work before sneaking out back to take the bus.

Mar. 20th, 2012


[Text to Tiffani R.]

[Text Message to Tiffani R.]

OMG. My audition went gr8. Got a gig opening for Dueling Pianos.

Mar. 19th, 2012



[As Dorian G. (marvelously cheeky without even a surname, he loves that), and in his distinctive handwriting.]

I must have someone to tea that does not insist upon discussing the false weather of false fake lives in our false London. It is getting positively tedious, and I only have eighteen more hours to be horribly bored.

Mar. 18th, 2012


[Public::As Anne]

Written in very old fashioned, flowing script

I beg of you to tell me why I must be brought to the walls of this castle to find it almost bare? I at least expected to find my husband and his harlot making merry at my death.

Yet the servants act as if things are as they should be.

Mar. 17th, 2012



[With a bold and heavy hand.]

Sup, bitches?

Mar. 16th, 2012


[Text to Tiffani]

I got an audition at the Wynn... it's nothing big, but it is a start.

Mar. 12th, 2012



Written in a girly, bubbly script

I don't think I've written a lick that wasn't on an order pad since I took my GED. Workin' a double tonight. Hope the tips are worth it, because I broke a heel on my good work shoes earlier in the evening.


Public (as Eleanor M)

I guess it's time to come to terms with the fact that my birthday weekend is over. Tell me, sage strangers, what does 24 hold for me to look forward to?

Mar. 6th, 2012


[public] [as Lauren C.]

All I know is, I'm not going through any door.

I rather like what I have going on here, and parallel universes and stupid benches in Oxford aren't going to entice me.

Never should have opened this stupid bloody journal

Mar. 5th, 2012



[Posted as Tiffani R]

Does anyone have any tips on how to drown out obnoxious twinkling? Especially the judgmental twinkling. It makes it very difficult to work.

Feb. 29th, 2012



[From Wendy D. The writing is neat cursive, complete with flourishes and curlicues.]

Peter? Oh, goodness. Peter? Are you here? This place is so wonderful and beautiful and I am sure you will positively love it. I do so hope you are here.

Tink? Tiger Lily? Anyone?

Feb. 21st, 2012



[Her handwriting is a bit messy, but that's because she's in class and totally lost.]

Uh, so does anyone know anything about the Nevada constitution? Because I'm fucking lost and I need this class to graduate.