Rent was ridiculous. It had a lot of energy and a good message with a creative way to say it. I cried on and off through the second act. Seasons of Love won't leave me alone.
I told Brian Winger that I was going to see Rent and he said that he didn't like Rent. All I said was, "Okay," because I had no idea whether or not I really liked it. I'd never seen it. But, now that I have, all I have to say is that Brian Winger is officially lacking a soul. You're a fucking loser, BW. I hope you discover a little something I like to call substance before you die.
BW is probably:
a homophobe
a classic rock fan
a steak eater
a vodka drinker
a litter bug
On that note, my favorite Brian Winger quote is, "What would they have done under an arranged marriage that they weren't happy in? Slash their wrists, probably." Once he realized that the only response he was getting was comprised of disgusted glares, he shrugged and shifted his weight nervously and said, "Who knows..." without really making eye contact.
Anyway, I slept in the same bed with two other Ben and Jerry's filled bellies last night. I just adore not sleeping alone. We woke to the scene of Whitney Yax advertising City Honors on the morning news. Funny stuff. We then sojourned to CH, where I trailed off to Jaycub and Sairuh and Keight went along their merry way.
Wound up at Jaycubs after a train ride. We fell asleep on the couch. It was entirely pleasant.
That's about it. I'm exhausted.
posted by M.Jazz @ 11:37 PM
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