Tribute to the 18th.
I had callbacks for Ragtime last night. I think they went okay...but I'm not getting my hopes up. The part is written for someone much older than I am. I also went up against this guy who supposedly is phenomenal...and he's the same age as the part was written for. Yuck. But I'm doing the show anyways because I've heard so many good things about the director and stuff. Another good thing was that each person that sang at call backs had a good voice. Not one person was bad or even just okay...they were all good. That made me happy because its gonna be a good show. I mean this is all if I get in. I hope I do. It would be wicked fun.
Today is Alison's 18th birthhhhhhhhddddddaaaaaaaaaayyyy. ::clapping:: wooo. She's getting so big so fast. It seems like it was just yesterday when she was just a silly little girl running around in Winnie the Pooh suit that was much to big for her. We would sit and sing gorgeous melodies (written by none other than Tim Allen himself) "Welcome to Pooh corner, Pooh corner welcome's you. Welcome to Pooh Corner, to the Home of Winnie the Pooh." One must not forget our awkward car rides to the Winnie rehearsals in which I would be completely silent. ha. Who would have known that one day...we would laying on her floor playing "bicycle, bicycle." (Which I feel as though I need to play right now). Occasionally I flash back to the good times we've had. It makes me happy. And often times laugh so hard I pee, but I suggest we leave out the dirty details and continue on...
What the world really doesn't know is that Alison is an alien. Yes, it's sad but true. She landed on earth due to a freak accident with radio waves during the shooting process of an epic movie. "Lolida 2000" was a groundbreaking motion picture expected to break the box office with sales. It was about a space colony that had different sexual eperiences than we did. Unfortunately, while shooting these scenes, an unintentional and unconcious signal was relayed and picked up back none other than our good friend Alison. She was so appalled with how wrong they were protraying things that they had no knowledge of whatsoever that she bridged the gap for one instance between man and extraterrestrial to "show 'em how it's done." Unfortunately, this had very little appeal to the American mass of consumers, and the movie ended up not smashing the box office but rather resting virtually unknown in the soft-core porn section at the Hollywood Video in North Hampton on Lafayette Road.
It was just about one year ago today that I myself and this imposter-human Alison rented this movie and watched it. I have since been the only one to completely understand her identity. As it is her "18th" birthday, she is no longer protected under child porn laws and, thus, I feel as though this should be a secret no longer. Make haste, and wish Alison a happy birthday now...or she may just have to show YOU how it's done.
Today is Alison's 18th birthhhhhhhhddddddaaaaaaaaaayyyy. ::clapping:: wooo. She's getting so big so fast. It seems like it was just yesterday when she was just a silly little girl running around in Winnie the Pooh suit that was much to big for her. We would sit and sing gorgeous melodies (written by none other than Tim Allen himself) "Welcome to Pooh corner, Pooh corner welcome's you. Welcome to Pooh Corner, to the Home of Winnie the Pooh." One must not forget our awkward car rides to the Winnie rehearsals in which I would be completely silent. ha. Who would have known that one day...we would laying on her floor playing "bicycle, bicycle." (Which I feel as though I need to play right now). Occasionally I flash back to the good times we've had. It makes me happy. And often times laugh so hard I pee, but I suggest we leave out the dirty details and continue on...
What the world really doesn't know is that Alison is an alien. Yes, it's sad but true. She landed on earth due to a freak accident with radio waves during the shooting process of an epic movie. "Lolida 2000" was a groundbreaking motion picture expected to break the box office with sales. It was about a space colony that had different sexual eperiences than we did. Unfortunately, while shooting these scenes, an unintentional and unconcious signal was relayed and picked up back none other than our good friend Alison. She was so appalled with how wrong they were protraying things that they had no knowledge of whatsoever that she bridged the gap for one instance between man and extraterrestrial to "show 'em how it's done." Unfortunately, this had very little appeal to the American mass of consumers, and the movie ended up not smashing the box office but rather resting virtually unknown in the soft-core porn section at the Hollywood Video in North Hampton on Lafayette Road.
It was just about one year ago today that I myself and this imposter-human Alison rented this movie and watched it. I have since been the only one to completely understand her identity. As it is her "18th" birthday, she is no longer protected under child porn laws and, thus, I feel as though this should be a secret no longer. Make haste, and wish Alison a happy birthday now...or she may just have to show YOU how it's done.