I am SO angry right now. I popped $70 on a bluetooth headset for my phone the other day (it even came with 33 changeable covers). I had it for two days and now it is gone. Somewhere between last night getting out of my car to leaving work this morning the damned thing is gone. I thought I left it at home and nothing, so now I am hoping it fell out of my bag at work this morning. I so don't need this right now when money is tight. This sucketh.
Oooo...people are shifty shifty shifty. And I wonder why I have trust issues. If I ever get wind of someone else calling something I do "drama" I am going to have to forgo all niceties and really let loose with a barrage of reality checks. Yes, when I am crossed, I will reign down a fire of hell because I don't like being walked over and won't stand for someone being a shit to me. That is not dramatic. That is standing up for myself. And the being loud and colored part is so that everyone knows what a shit you are. It's not "Fadi Drama" or "Melodrama." This coming from people who don't bother having real conversations with me other than thinly veiled excuses of being friendly. You fucking shits. Drama enough for ya? Really, just get my life out of your mouth. You have no right or business to or for it with me or anyone else.
I witnessed the death of the American musical theatre last night in what was the worst Tony Awards ceremony I have ever seen. Flat. Bland. Boring. Uninspiring. Inspidly slow and lackluster performances. And Jersey Boys????? Really?????? This is all Jukebox Musicals need...Tony validation. It does say something, though, that most of the awards, went to Brits. Not even Americans can win their own awards. A sad year. JERSEY BOYS!?!?!?
ReminiscenceI am awashed tonight with memories of the past and find myself thinking of a lot of people I have not seen, spoken to, or spent time with in a long time. And I feel guilt...a lot of it. And I hate it. The first not the latter part. This is what happens when I have nothing to do or watch on TV.
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The *almost* daily musings, gripes, and happenstances
in the life of a 26-year-old performer, choreographer, socio-pop-cultural
enthusiast with a bent for theology and making people tilt their
heads and go "Hmm." Sometimes funny, sometimes sanguine,
sometimes melancholic, but always with something to say in the absence
of sound but in honor or humor.


























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