tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482552275229203298.post2340449423019977308..comments2023-12-15T16:37:17.154+10:30Comments on Now where did I put that flaming sword?: Tales From The ChalkfaceArizaphalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11402602175460446158noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482552275229203298.post-23563528687422191832012-06-07T06:02:23.880+09:302012-06-07T06:02:23.880+09:30Yes, why aren't you doing it as a job?? It se...Yes, why aren't you doing it as a job?? It seems like you help out with the drama department's costumes often enough. Can't they just pay you to be more of a part of everything?? :)<br /><br />Oh, and I imagine the conversation at Wild Boy's house was interesting that night, as well. LOL!Stacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07464318343985100834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482552275229203298.post-6203207643585255952012-06-06T07:53:14.546+09:302012-06-06T07:53:14.546+09:30What he just said!What he just said!Mid Sisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482552275229203298.post-15955990165669628892012-06-06T05:22:07.372+09:302012-06-06T05:22:07.372+09:30"As I watched the scene unfold I was consumed..."As I watched the scene unfold I was consumed once more by my natural sense of belonging in theatre...Why am I not doing this as a job???"<br /><br />??????????? x 100000000000000000!!!!The Honourable Husbandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05234119524600114890noreply@blogger.com