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I love: Driving barefoot. Listening to Cold Play and Ben Folds. Being alone. Sleeping with the window open. Autumn. Candles. Working. My cellphone. My mother. Imitation Coach bags. Thumb rings. Dark nail polish. Forgien movies. People with accents. Harmonizing. Weddings. I hate: Liars. People that thrive off of drama. People who don't know how to drive. Bad hair days. People who don't like me. That chick off the Wizards of Waverly Place. Bad country singers. Bad actors. Spagetti. Ihop. Saying goodbye. Crying. Missing people. Funerals.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I made friends with my inner geek yesterday

I act a the local theatre here in Paducah.
Yesterday I was having a conversation with some fellow actors during " Merry Old Land Of Oz" we somehow got on the subject of Liza Minnelli. Something suddenly happened in my brain and i started vomiting out facts about Liza. I have no clue where i learned all of this shit. It was really scary, apparently i was her stalker in a former life or a middle aged gay man.
I started going through who her father was, the scandal about her being a lesbian, facts about the movie Cabaret, and various other things that someone who doesn't sleep in Liza Minnelli closet shouldn't know. I was really confused afterward...
I wasn't going to make an update on my boyfriend this post but he just gave me something to blog about...so here we go.
Matthew does strange things...i worry sometimes.
He has the Anarchist's Cookbook, several banned books, and he is currently on "aljazeera.com"
I don't know where he heard of this website but apparently he is very interested because he is about 5 inches from the screen and showing me things about Iraq I have nothing against Iraq, Iraq is cool...but you get my point. People, I'm concerned. If there is ever a day when you are watching the news and there is tell of a crazy radical white man trying to get in to talk to the president wearing a shirt with Osama Bin Laden's face on it...you won't be able to find me, I will be in the mountains somewhere...with him.

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