Well, Oliver is shaping up to be the most disturbingly incestual production out of West Virginia. Seriously:
I am Charlotte. Noah, the guy I am supposed to be flirting outrageously with, is played by my brother.
Bill Sykes and Nancy are siblings offset.
In the Oom-pah-pah bar scene, my dad is squashed between me and a sixteen-year-old Bet, who is flirting up storm (WITH MY DAD), my mom is right in front of us being Old Sally, and I can't remember the lyrics to the song but I can remember how to spell incest. Insest. Inceste. Whatever.
I can also spell disturbing...
But no! I am an actress! I am lots of different people! I will rise above it!
4 comments:
Oh my God, how many times have I told you to stop flirting with your brother. I mea-STOP THAT. I SAW THAT. IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME YOU WILL REGRET IT. Because I said so, that's why. Now go find a nice boy who ISN'T related to you.
:p
I would if I could, but I can't!...Find a nice boy, that is. I'll stop flirting with my brother any old time. He's got enough girls after him as it is!
I saw you flirting with your brother in my brain. I'm going to go bleach-pen my eyes now. Ick.
I can't think of anything to write on my blog except "I smell like baby poop", and that's icky. Give me a strange topic, please.
I heart you!
Wiccan. Write about your veiws on Whichcraft, what you know about it right now, without reading any books, and then get some out of the library and write about Wiccan from an educated perspective. It's really interesting, you'll love it.
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