The ring of shrill ‘HellO!’s continues to resonate in my head even hours after being separated from the one and only valerie chian. It’s scary to fathom, but choir has become a mild sort of drug towards those of us who are insanely (willingly or otherwise) devoted to it – we start having withdrawal symptoms when we don’t see each other and break into spontaneous harmony for just one day.
it’s 3am and i’m finally home… my eyes are dry beyond belief, result of having nearly 10 hours of make up slathered on my face. I can feel my eyes age by the minute. I hate dramatic make up.
