Hey y'all,
It's odd how I had blogging impotence for so long but then after one random quickie I'm ready and rearin' to go more often than ever. Must have been something I ate...or had prescribed to me.
The little blue pill of posting genius. A modern medical marvel (Man, I love alliteration-can you tell?)
Anyhow, I have news! Guess who is going to see Phantom of the Opera live next month.
I'll give you a hint: It's not your friendly neightborhood Spiderman. Well, I suppose it could be. I mean, he does have that secret identity after all. Crafty bastard. He could be any one of the many audience members. But no--IT'S ME! I am going.
I'll take a moment now to let you all go green with jealousy.......4...3...2...1.
Ok. Now for the even cooler part.
That's right. I said even cooler.
I know what you're thinking. You are thinking, "You are a crazy, insane fool. It can't get any cooler."
Oh-but it can-and it does.
Are you ready for this?
The cast of the show will be staying in the building that I work and live in.
A real. Live. Broadway. Cast. Here. In my building. How cool is that?
I'll probably get to meet them and everything. This job rules. I will never complain about doing graveyard shift again (Ok, that's a lie. I totally will.).
*insert clever segue here*
So, I crossed yet another thing off my "Things to do before I die" list last night, and this one was way cooler than peeing in a park.
I rode a motorcycle.
It was extremely cool-terrifying when I realized just how close you are to being flung to your doom onto the solid, unforgiving pavement and having your skin grated like cheese by ragged gravel at any moment--but extremely cool none the less. It was such an awesome rush. I'd love to do it again.
You think I'm kidding. But no. The common sense part of my brain is not registering at all on this one.
I guess as long as I am having fun, the possiblity of death, dismemberment or severe maiming isn't really a factor in my decision. You really don't have to get up all that early in the morning to pull one over on my survival instinct.
It seems I am easily tricked into fatal situations. Just convince me that it'll be fun and I'm there.
I'd make a terrible superhero.
Go figure.
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*Turns green*
Actually technically I'm already green... between my shirt, my coat, my bag, and even the freakin chair I'm sitting in, and the cup I"m drinking from... weird.
Thats sooooo cool..... almost as cool as when me and Jen got Kazzer to come to Denny's after their show, and Jen got to see one of their guitars...
*sigh* well... at my job.... I knocked on the house of an employee of the cafe I periodically seek shelter at... and I got to see a "band practice" put together by a few parents... OH! ANd I get free cookies... well... otehrs get free cookies... I get water.
Oh fine, you're job has cool points, but I don't work graveyards... just... 14 hours a day.
:P on you! lol!!
Wow... my comment was almost as long as your post!
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