Upon leaving my last night in acting class...
Female Classmate: Bye Riley, I'm sorry we didn't get to work together!
Me: Yeah...me too.
FC: Well good luck to you, you're really talented.
Me: Thanks you're really pretty.
FC: Oh.....thanks. (exit)
Hurrumph. I feel as if awkward exchanges such as this define myself better than anything else I could possibly write. A part of me wants to start practicing writing these sorts of exchanges in something closer to a novel or essay format. I spend my free time/ down time/ all time creepily meandering around Barnes and Noble book stores, picking up satirical authors' books of essays, or autobiographies, then placing myself in a corner, on the floor, chuckling all too loudly for someone who is alone on the floor in the corner of a bookstore.
I have moved back to Las Vegas for a period of time to save money and clear my head. Am I okay with this? Yes. Am I embarrassed? Partially. Am I an alcoholic? Completely. Am I available? 24/7
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