Okay folks, hang on a bit while I figure out how to turn a few songs from “Annie” into a seedy, sultry Burlesque MASTERPIECE. Yeah. Not kidding.
Remember that time Josh swung out into the streets of New York City on a scaffolding bar like some sort of suicidal monkey? I do. It was the very same trip that he called my sister and me, “fugly sluts”. What an epic vacation.
Michael and Maria, The M. Pittman Legacy…
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2I Love My Nightmares…
I really do. Not so much the sad, ‘someone died’ type, but more like the ‘serial killer coming to kill me’ kind. The type that is probably more likely to be categorized as night terrors. They usually play out like horror films, some of which I believe would make decent movies. I’d like to think so anyway.
I’m beginning to suspect that I enjoy these night terrors (in an off-kilter, fetish sort of way) because usually I somehow end up becoming the hero, or am at least trying to be. I’m still scared shitless when I wake up, I’m still a little traumatized, but there’s this feeling of empowerment hovering around the corner, just waiting for me to come and claim the prize of fearless, heroine, goddess.
Here’s to all the fearless heroine goddesses out there!
I’ve Never Been Stung By a Bee…
And I don’t intend to start now.
I love Mucha more than life itself.
