You bought me something wonderful and useful today that I would never think to buy myself, though it's pretty obvious. It's the perfect present. Thankyou so much. I do adore you still. And you can't hate me, if you bought me a present... unless you don't want me to think you hate me so buy me a present but secretly have a deeply held disdain for me?
You say I worry too much what others think of me. Well, yes. I worry what you think of me.
I am going to act again. This makes me very happy indeed. I am going to be in the Vagina Monologues. I wasn't expecting to get a part and am astonished I've got one, a part, not a vagina. It made me so happy I hopped and skipped all over the place and made squealing noises. I hate that I've become a squealer, they're so inane. But I am flattered and happy, and hope that I didn't just get cast because the director felt sorry for me... he asked me to audition, I don't know why but that's like I've already been earmarked and so have an unfair advantage. But I don't care so much, I'm happy to have the chance to be someone completely different from myself for three nights. Well, not completely different... just to express another bit of me I haven't explored before, I suppose. But yeah, I'm happy.
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