It’s hard to ask a question when you know the answer may not be what you like. But as my roomies told me today (and god bless their little guy hearts!) if it ends, it ends, and you’ll be sad… but you’ll get over it. It wasn’t meant to be. And if the answer is what you want, then you’ll be happy. You can’t stay in limbo. It makes you crazy, and no one likes a crazy chick.

Good to know they don’t think I’m crazy :)

And maybe, just maybe, they’ll help pick me up if I fall. Because they’re good boys, and good friends, and that’s what friends do. AKA - they’ll get me good and drunk, or find me a guy to make out with, and they’ll keep me occupied. Matt will give me some quick and satirical stuff, while Aaron will tell me that I’m much too pretty for him anyway.

No one will threaten to beat him up… but that’s because they’re both about my size, haha. Hiring an assassin, however…

Anyway. I’m going to seek answers soon. This could go either way. Here’s hoping the guy isn’t a stereotypical douchebag banker… here’s hoping his words and actions match. That seems to be the eternal problem with the men in my life…

After a show closes

whatshouldtheatrecallme:

The cast is just like

But the crew is like

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