Jul. 19th, 2005

bardic_lady: (searching)
When I was looking for the original job, I couldn't find anything. Now, it's possible that I already have another job...An arcade, which will thrill my brother. Problem being it's going to involve bus rides, of which I am so not a fan. Hopefully, still day shifts. The thing is, I know it would be good to have a job and that extra money and it would get my parents off my back, but I really don't want to go back out there. I'm at the twice-shy stage and arcade sounds way too close to movie theatre. Also, I'm leery of public transportation in LA...Mum and I are going to tea this afternoon and I guess I'll look around Uptown again while we're there...

Meantime, maybe lunch with Patrick tomorrow and that would be awesome.

Thanks to everyone who has been and is being supportive throughout this...thing. It helps to know that I'm not a total failure.
bardic_lady: (muse!fic)
I was pissed off when I posted a bit of fic and people read it despite a warn, and so I stopped posting fic in my journal, basically out of spite. Which makes me a very small, petty person. I'm sorry for that, and I'm providing links to my current work. Its working title is Shakespeare's Muses, but I suspect that will change to O, for a Muse...

Prologue
To London
Traveling
The Cirkus
Enter Bard
Actors All
First Text
Groupies
Historical
Conference
You Believe?
bardic_lady: (Default)
Applied for new job. May or may not get it.

Muse!fic has moved and will henceforth be stored at [livejournal.com profile] o_for_a_muse.

Am very tired of being lectured by parents. Glad they leave for vacation tomorrow. Ten days of house to myself...Could be very good.

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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