As for me, I don't even know what my name is at the moment. But I think it's Friday. So you people are probably expecting a uke video. But my throat feels like someone paved it with hot asphalt and then, having changed their mind, jack-hammered out said asphalt and…
I'm having a day. This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company. The story isn't very good, so I'm not going to tell it to you. But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don't have time to…
Y'all know well and good how much I love Broadway. Nothing makes me happier than dance belts, spray glitter, jazz hands, and huge choreographed numbers. Truth be told? I have to bite my lip each and every time I settle into my seat and that first swell of music washes…
