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Well, that was fun. Ish.
LotR is improving mightily. Everything is so full of imagery; it's almost operatic in its references to things and people, even without words. Everything has a leitmotif. It's made out of leitmotifs, and that's all. They're very cool, though. Makes me want to watch the movies again. The concerts are going to be cool, and probably sold out. July 1 and 2, and I can get you 20% off if you tell me how many you want. They're not even giving us comps cause they want to make a lot of money on this concert. But We still get discounts.
Aside from having a really outofit day and falling asleep randomly (though the quiche was good and I dreamed my fuzzy stomach was being rubbed, which hasn't happened in way too long), Salad skived off after rehearsal cause none of his collegegirls were there to flirt at, plus Tony's crazy father huffed off with him, so it was just Mama, Corita, Darla and I at Chapultepec. The quesadillas were really good, though. Lots of cheese and lots of beef and lots of avocado. Yum. And then there was Faure in the car. And now there is stolen Piazzola in the flaky boombox.
This morning, I was accused of being a girl. Just occurred to me, I guess that's how it looks when conflicting instincts replace licking-baths with hair-brushing.
LotR is improving mightily. Everything is so full of imagery; it's almost operatic in its references to things and people, even without words. Everything has a leitmotif. It's made out of leitmotifs, and that's all. They're very cool, though. Makes me want to watch the movies again. The concerts are going to be cool, and probably sold out. July 1 and 2, and I can get you 20% off if you tell me how many you want. They're not even giving us comps cause they want to make a lot of money on this concert. But We still get discounts.
Aside from having a really outofit day and falling asleep randomly (though the quiche was good and I dreamed my fuzzy stomach was being rubbed, which hasn't happened in way too long), Salad skived off after rehearsal cause none of his collegegirls were there to flirt at, plus Tony's crazy father huffed off with him, so it was just Mama, Corita, Darla and I at Chapultepec. The quesadillas were really good, though. Lots of cheese and lots of beef and lots of avocado. Yum. And then there was Faure in the car. And now there is stolen Piazzola in the flaky boombox.
This morning, I was accused of being a girl. Just occurred to me, I guess that's how it looks when conflicting instincts replace licking-baths with hair-brushing.
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