25 December 2009

Cindy Dinh: A Year in Emo Facebook Statuses 2009 / Merry Christmas

By Month...

Cindy in January
runs up the shot glasses and party hats for this fine New Year. Happy 2009, my Sweets.
just fell into a hill of snow.
stretched out her ballet muscles this morning.
wants you to tell her how to say, what's the word, "copacetic."
won tonight's game of Apples to Apples. No food for thought for you, Whitney Thomas.
is dry as my lips.
fog fog fog
is in stupid pain.
is waiting for her Drewbie to come home to her.
"mis-underestimates."
acknowledges that apparently humor and irony are out this season.
wishes a fantastic MLK Day, and can't wait for the Inauguration.
found the kitten has fallen asleep on her laptop, and has written incomprehensible love notes to all of her friends.
celebrates our Commander-in-Chief.
decided to hold off on grad. school.
loves Monte's giant penis.
needs to change her Facebook status, because the prior status was updated independent of her.
was a little girl who had a ragdoll; the only doll she'd ever own.
chuc mung nam moi - Happy New Year's!
follows the cat's eyes swimming with the blowing smoke.
recorded incidents of our accidental happiness.
enjoys deep fried balls
loves you truly, or no one at all.
is just kidding, she truly loves balls in her face.
scrapes her knees, it is only skin.
picks fights, but fears winning, can't stand losing.

Cindy in February
loves her self-imposed regulations.
gets the most shy when a two-year-old on the MUNI turns and smiles at her.
finally let go. And it's painful as she imagined.
is ready to be heartbroken, Lloyd. At this moment.
has become aware of physical boundarious of various city limits, where one town doesn't just melt to the next.
misses Chloe.
is Left 4 Dead.
has forgotten how much she likes terminals and excitedly traveling children and celebrity gossip miles above the earth.
followed him holding white roses, and left them with him in the soil.
attempts to fast.
sips non-alcoholic bay breezes at Martuni's listening to operatic jazz - right?

Cindy in March
rubs toes on toes.
doesn't compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.
will walk for froyo.
still rocks at foosball, even without the drink.
prepares for the fight.
strolls along Spoon River aside Mr. Masters.
beholds: Thrice thirty million souls being bound together / In the love of a larger truth.
loves getting slapped in the face by balls, especially the Asians.
hates Monte for changing her Facebook updates, though he does win this round.
needs Shadows to tell her how.
thinks it's too late to apologize, that it's a mixture between Revenge of the Nerds and Citizen Cane, and knows her cravat is higher than yours, for fuck's sake.
smells like cock
really, really hates Monte, who is now officially the other Other Asian.
drove blind in the Saratoga hills, listening to Regina talk about her children.
hates it when people using metaphors to fucking complain.
oh what brilliant, brilliant shine the ocean gives off today.
If you wake up with balls tomorrow, you'd want to dunk them in someone's face, too.
is your furtive sigh.
is enjoying the heat.
will appreciate the value of More, while she's still young enough.
can't stand the cat's meow.

Cindy in April
just rediscovered the world to the sound of Politiks.
will refuse to check the queef sisters. No pap smear for you! (April Fools)
a.ma.mma.emma
gladly hibernates, at least until rehearsals.
warlords, maliciousness, and pirates.
oh, oh got a one way ticket to the blues.
would love sexual suicide.
is INFP.
brace up, brace up.
is sizzling in serene happiness.
Poetry is the most specific language. Its ambiguity within limits renders interpretation infinitely, thereby reflecting humanity's views of life.
wants to thank Pinter in the opening pages of her Pulitzer winning plays, too.
just had a great Opening Night of Bartered Bride.
is packing wild rains and tornadoes.
misses the taste of lover's spit.
In memory of my Thien Than - thank you for your love, your influence, and your never-forgotten presence. It's been 10 years, but you were my friend yesterday and today.

Cindy in May
is Jesus Ezekiel Jesus.
thinks she knows what happens to the idealists that exist in this kind of world.
pink flamingos and the capacity to laugh happily.
Dim sum for Mother's Day!
now has keys to sunlight.
can see the ocean from the window of her new apartment.
repression is the antidote to the apple.
caught his words in her open mouth, then she gagged and choked and spit them out.
now has two Canadians in her living room. - She is blessed.
experiences the flurry & excitement of bridesmaids in City Hall on a Thursday morning while registering for a Fictitious Business Name.
24hours until graduation.
learning, discovering, seeking TRUTH, genuine Truth.
graduates.
is no longer a glass half-empty.
Zombie!
12th Night Cast is emailed.
maybe sparrow, it's too late.
has never felt so wicked as she willed our love to die.

Cindy in June
no longer lives out of boxes.
came home just in time to watch the sun set from her roof.
Tony Awards, tonight @ my place. 8pm. Bring beer, and the capacity to indulge in "theatre" at large. Text me if you need my addy.
is a man destined to drown - lucky that I'm dying by drowning, and not hanging.
Sure, political correctness is intellectually invigorating, but it is quite stifling. Ask questions.
loves your long shadows and gun powdered eyes.
thought you could out run sorrow.
perfect father-daughter time: smoking, going to Fry's, crab for dinner, ...smoking.
can't scrape together quite enough to ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that she needs love.
housewarming!
threw a circle around a man with broken bones; so she left you with the girls that came your way.
thinks she has developed a fascination for roofs.
pride.
is habitually awkward.

Cindy in July
Happiness is a Warm Gun, but Misery is a Butterfly.
America is beautiful: Palin resigns; happy Independence Day!
heard him turn as he did hear; my tiny heartbeat in his ear.
smiles, even though her heart is breaking.
more noodles, less chicken.
traded you in for an iPod - the special edition red kind.
is gauche.
will miss you, Cat Jansen, missing your guts out.
Half-Bloood Prince FTW!
is the epitome of useless Asian logic.
is a Children's Tragedy.
just discovered blueberry chocolates.
needs an Undead make-out partner for a zombie make-out party[...]

Cindy in August
had Fever Dreams; she woke up frightened.
is recovering from 24 hour sleep by watching Venture Bros., picking at a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, and hot ginger tea.
calls out, whispering at first, but ends with a shout.
is still riding that bus to those outskirts.
reminds us of a furtive sigh.
has never been so furious.
is coffee stained, and okay with it.
hopes hope hoping.
I want to fuck every last one of you
recovered her phone.
supports Prop Z: joinpetz.org - zombies need ethical treatment, too!
retched some pennies in a boiling well in a dream that at once becomes a foundry of mute.
wants a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.
Tonight is Opening Night, and Zombie the Musical is sold out the first weekend! Come see our rocktastic show: zombiemusicalsf.com! Reserve your tickets soon!
is travelin' in the north country fair.

Cindy in September
is in Brown Bag this week! Come see our show Wednesday at noon, and Thursday noon and 1:15.
almost killed today with my car. A man and a woman. I didn't realize I was crying hysterically until the woman put her arms around my neck and started kissing my ear and telling me that God blessed us and we're okay. Now it isn't so much the shock of what happened, but my dawning comprehension that I've been on auto-pilot for far too long. Sleeping on miles. Got to change.
GOT B?
Zombie the Musical is officially sold out.
So do I get exp. on Facebook when my friends are using my photos as their profile pictures? Networking site turned RPG game.
wants the pharaohs, but there's only men.
Zombie's October dates are now on sale: zombiemusicalsf.com
is going to climb into the bathtub with her clothes on, and at some point, the blood should go away.
is pleased to be woken up by thunder.
is sure that this lonely beer has been waiting for her all its life.
morning's eleven, the feeling's all severed - I can't feel anything at all.
Mark Williams wishes he can be a pretty Welfare Mama.
caught his words in her open mouth.
remember remember that striving is beautiful.
Joni Mitchell sings what's in my heart.
listened in when you thought you were alone calling the sphinx on a tornado's phone.

Cindy in October
thought that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend.
wants to let Cory know that he's missing out on the slumber party, even though Alariza never took a poo in her toilet.
wants to let Cory know further why he's missing out on the slumber party: although the poo session never occurred, the man-snoring and the flatulence is still full on.
clasped her chest and declared unto her audience, 'I love your long shadows and your gun powder eyes.'
today: drove in a brand-new EOS with the top down wailing to Celine Dion, participated in a tea party with Greg and Torben, discussed queefs with Spring Awakening, and anticipating Zombieland tonight!
is excited about Brown Bag: Week 7. Come see our show!
has noticed that when you know people who die, you catch it and end up dead, too.
totally killed Hitler.
while my conscience explodes.
the sun's going to die; will you make loneliness go away?
let the wild rumpus start!
mumbles German fables.
Monday morning three shows closed three shows to go waking up with blue hair growling stomach craving fried calimari who wants to adventure?
misses her mom.
Happy Fright Day!

Cindy in November
Zombie load-out (yay).
got confused from the movement of the sun.
4 shows down, 2 to go.
will give this letter to a worm.
just played the word "fadge" in Scrabble. Thank you, 12th Night.
invites you to see Twelfth Night - opens in San Francisco on Tuesday! To be in Santa Cruz on the 20th-21st.
Beckett: The habitual becomes deadly.
"It's all one!" - Twelfth Night
Last 3 San Francisco Twelfth Night performances - tonight at 8, and tomorrow at 2 and 8!
Twelfth Night successfully closed in San Francisco after an oversold run! See us play in Santa Cruz next weekend.
Twelfth Night: Round 1 Dry Tech
Twelfth Night: Round 2 Open Dress Rehearsal; also check out our promo video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iMrMUDk8Uk
was born secular and inconsolable.
Happy Thanksgiving!
currently green bean dish is seemingly successful; more to come on green bean and portobella mushroom ravioli later.
Ravioli is a success, cornbread looks great, pumpkin pie mix is in the ready.
awaiting feasting time!
just remembered her food-afflicted dreams last night: Bill Peters asked her to dig up dead bodies in order to learn human emotions after death. A horror dream involving the Creative Arts building after midnight and a lot of scared college kids experimenting for the sake of theatre.
is happy her mom called. Happy birthday, Momsies.

Cindy in December
bahhhhhhhhhaugghhhhhhhhhhgagagagagagurgle.
found you. I'm terrified.
Giddy walks through sand witho.
"theatre is a wifebeater" - Charlotte
Venture Bros. yah.
Astronautalis - My Old Man's Badge
is going to pick up the ability to interpret maladies. It's high time she speaks.
'd been in the Bull's Head once and saw John Wilkes Booth's (the American Brutus) ghost in the mirror - an ill spirit.
misses Char already!
is a single cell on a serpent's tongue.
Good-bye, San Francisco. It's been memorable .
needs a new record player.
feels... unfulfilled. Know what I mean?
is driving to Santa Ana tonight.
is working on your face.
shared a breath with a stranger on San Francisco pavement. Merry Christmas, Lovely Someone.
proof that 'fright' is a funny word: Frig, Frigate, Fritata...

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