Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in pontuff's LiveJournal:

Friday, June 15th, 2007
6:52 am	Asshole!!! Can anyone tell me why people do things ass-backwards?!!! like cleaning a main part of an area last so you have to rush around trying to do everything at the last minute? *cough cough- Corrina my partner in Starbucks- cough cough* whatever I don't care, obviously since I refuse to help lol. I do my shit and you do yours thank-you. Maybe if you didn't marvel over how people dont use sugar in espresso drinks sometimes, or the complexity of a new pastry or how milk steams, we would all get along. Fucking idiot. Well there is my morning digression folks, have a great day! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
11:58 am	Lets Run Ha. Running. I don't run unless I'm being chased, so there lies the problem. We started running yesterday in rehearsals and I wanted to die a little bit. I have no way of finding my rhythm when I run, but of course I haven't ran like this since the mile run in fucking elementary school. I love cordos though. Cordos is a set of jumping jacks, push-ups, bicycles, crunches and leglifts. We've been starting at 70 then breaking it down to 35 and then 15. Then you have to hold your leg lift for a minute and die. Yup. Its fabolous!!!!....I don't know, I keep telling myself to lose weight so hopefully this will push me along because I dont have time to dance- which usually makes me lose weight like woah. New Topic- I'm hungry lol. I just woke up and I have to get ready for the nursing home at 2 and then rehearsal at 6 and then work at 12 bitches.....thats my schedule until the show is over in July. This kinda sucks because I'm not going to see anyone but we'll see. Can someone punch every guy I've enjoyed in the face? That would be swell. Peace out playa playa (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 12th, 2007
7:41 am	but who you writing for? He Can Only Hold Her- Amy Winehouse He can only hold her for so long The lights are on but no one's home She's so vacant Her soul is taken He is what she's running from How can he have her heart When it got stole Though he tries to pacify her Whats inside her never dies Even if she's content in his warmth She gets pained with urgency Urgent kisses The miss misses The man that he longs to be Now how can he have her heart When it got stole So he tries to pass it by Cause what's inside'll never die As he tries to pacify her Cause whats inside her never dies ..... i dont regret, i just regress back into what, when, how and why, and then slam my mind into the back of this closet, hoping that it will stay hung up with the overcoat of love. it always falls. why did you kiss me and what did you accomplish? im not a little girl, i can certainly handle a bit of honesty. why are you the bane of my existence and still embedded in my thoughts. someone hand me a drink. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 10th, 2007
7:22 am	Starbucks burns tonight not really. first night as shift supervisor and it was groovy. im tired now and i have to be at school at 930am to fix fucking costumes for the Long Island Shakespeare Festival. i hate Mr. Starbucks. yup. no one you know. i just hate him because i want him. and he knows it. fuck him and his music and counting the safe and cross hatching and everything, fuck cubans too. oh wait i did,,...hahah oh im cracked. time to sleep for an hr. yes? yes. sure peace out cub scour Current Mood: blank (Comment on this)
Monday, May 21st, 2007
9:14 am	here i go again...  I haven't taken a break from doing a show since i started school , with the exception of last summer. It feels great to just keep going and working and doing what I love, but in all reality I have no clue as to what Im doing. I'll be going to Stonybrook for theatre in the fall, with a minor in dance, and I decided to start Dramaturgy as well. Why? Because I'm a fucking lunatic. I picked up  a copy of Backstage yesterday after the Aids Walk in Manhattan, and maybe I'll find work in that. I dont know what could happen, but I have a job I love ( fucking Starbucks) and great friend ( thanks Face, Lisa, many others ) who I know will always be there....I just feel like a bubble. A stupid bubble floating around and hopefully one day I'll be smashed down by a little child and evaporate back into reality... All I want is a kiss...like before...when it meant so much more...so what kind of fuckery are we? thanks Amy Winehouse for the soundtrack of my existence (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 17th, 2007
7:53 am	yippie well well well you're a funny little corner in the back of my tangled hair and i refuse to dwell on the matters of disorder but i really take too much time to care ...to see if you're there (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
11:10 pm	oh goodness i cant even get up -you're not supposed to please -it hurts but it feels so good i hate you (Comment on this)
Friday, March 24th, 2006
9:01 pm	so this is it... am i the only one who seems to notice? the slight look of anticipation or is it merely distraction passing through my eyes? (Comment on this)