...rehearsals...

i'm really fucking tired of trying to schedule rehearsals for this goddamn play! the play is in a WEEK, and i haven't had a real one. ugh. *screams with frustration*

i wrote this, imagining the adventures of a missing bite of doughnut. now he's blasting down highway one in a cherry-red convertible, the top down, the clash is loud in the speakers, a martini in the cupholder. "this is the life," he remarks to the sky, and adjusts a dial on the dashboard. the joyous techno beats of daft punk take over, the highway fades away, the red changes to black, and mr. doughnut bite is screaming down a new york street. the famous traffic is conspicuously absent, but he isn't bothered. taking a sip from the neon-coloured drink he finds in the cupholder, he leans back against the leather seat. turning to look at the doughnut bite girl who sits in the passenger seat, he smiles. perfectly content.