Meow House Theatre

OH here’s something interesting.  Yesterday I got stopped and told “You know what?  You’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen ALL DAY.”

Isn’t that sweet?

Unfortunately, sort of, this was said to me by the cart-collector at the grocery store.  I had just come from inside the store and I’m pretty sure I was probably the prettiest girl he’d seen all year, maybe all decade, judging by the people in there yesterday, if that was any kind of a typical day at Stop & Shop.  In other words, it’s a skewed sample.

Such is my life.

Okay bye

You all know about my other site, right?  The music photography reviewy thingy that would love to have comments on it?  Any comment–good bad indifferent you SUCK stupid bitch what a tool um take a writing class dude what the fuck are you using a camera phone uh you got the shakes or something ‘cuz that’s what it looks like–whatever.  Comments = love.  I haven’t discussed this yet with a therapist but I think he/she would say as long as I’m not harboring dark fantasies about flying off buildings and not talking to invisible people, it’s okay that I think that.  Start out slow.  Just go first and then someday when you are overcome with emotion you can leave a comment.  I’ll wait for you.  I promise.

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