I want to fucking tear you apart

I've been insanely busy of late... giving my all to Dracula...
It's incredible.
You know some thing's really right when your arms are starting to ache from mopping up fake blood and all you can do is grin and dance happily to the after-show music.

There are so many stories.. so many moments to remember.
The opening night party. (Drunken conversation)
Happiness. (A near constant - every time I think to remember where I am and what I'm doing)
Crisis. (Torches. Plugs. Light-bulbs. - Awareness and adrenalin)
Love. (every.damn.where)

Favourite quotes include (but are not limited to):
"It's... in... my....... skirt." ("The best part was looking at Kat's face afterwards.....*laughs quietly* I love this company")
"Frin is my favourite individual today."
"Lavender has no place in anything I have ever done. It should not exist as a colour or a smell."
"Fiddle-dee-dee potata... To be freeeeeeeee"
"My heart is breaking.. yet, my pelvis is aroused" ("This sound will tell me a lot about you")
"I fuckin' love you Frin!" (see also: *Muppet laugh*)
"Oooh, that was a triple entendre, you know."
"Going to the VAL-EY!!"

I'm am so grateful for my life right now. At times it may be exhausting and it may be hard but it is, overall, breathtakingly amazing; I adore it. I refuse to take even a moment for granted.
Goodnight Internet Journal - Thank you for helping me remember.