Waiting for the Shortbus
So yesterday, I obtained a flier that was suppose to get me into a special screening of John Cameron Mitchell's new movie, Shortbus. Long story short, when I woke up from the operation, I didn't get in. Which is ok, cause I didn't really expect to, but it was still a let down. On the plus side, I played with some really cool glow-y balloons on Boston Common that we stole from small children with leukemia (only sort of), and I ate some good macaroni and cheese. So, AMC Lowes, you can try and tear me down, but before you do you must remember one thing! You're suppose to send me a free movie pass. Must be off now, I feel that the world's going mad and the strangest things seem suddenly routine.
(apologies to those of you that have never seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch. But you should ask yourself how you can sleep at night without having seen the glory that is Hedwig.)
(apologies to those of you that have never seen Hedwig and the Angry Inch. But you should ask yourself how you can sleep at night without having seen the glory that is Hedwig.)