Another one bites your face.
Dear loyal readers, fans, and my grandmother,
Monday I depart from one world I know so well towards the small hamlet of Long Lake, New York, where I will engage in artsy type behaviors like music, theater, and sex. I hope to improve and diversify in all of the above. This will be my 6th year, an act that rivals only Long Lake Deities like Remy, Charlie, Dana, and Adam Goodkind (Yeah, I know old people. Fight me, you sons of bitches. Oh, good lord, I'm compensating for small thigh muscles.) I'm not going to be emoCraig/Lame, and be like, as I grow older, Long Lake always has less to offer...frankly, a place with 200 people, the chance to make your own videos, and a shack to practice your instrument will always have plenty to offer, if you know where to look (good lord I sound preachy). Although, it does sometimes bring me down. I guess the big issue is how everything is so play-centric, and I keep getting into these plays that are like, "Adaption of book" or like, "The cat is dead. Isn't that funny?" And it is not funny because the preceding statement was too abrupt to strike a worthwhile chord. So, I guess I want the fame and glory of having a pit under me, and singing in tune, and making out with a woman who's life I saved from a struggle that can only be expressed in song. And I want to be in improv troupe, but I can't have Christmas and Chanukah, so I'll settle with one.
Love,
Santa Clause
Monday I depart from one world I know so well towards the small hamlet of Long Lake, New York, where I will engage in artsy type behaviors like music, theater, and sex. I hope to improve and diversify in all of the above. This will be my 6th year, an act that rivals only Long Lake Deities like Remy, Charlie, Dana, and Adam Goodkind (Yeah, I know old people. Fight me, you sons of bitches. Oh, good lord, I'm compensating for small thigh muscles.) I'm not going to be emoCraig/Lame, and be like, as I grow older, Long Lake always has less to offer...frankly, a place with 200 people, the chance to make your own videos, and a shack to practice your instrument will always have plenty to offer, if you know where to look (good lord I sound preachy). Although, it does sometimes bring me down. I guess the big issue is how everything is so play-centric, and I keep getting into these plays that are like, "Adaption of book" or like, "The cat is dead. Isn't that funny?" And it is not funny because the preceding statement was too abrupt to strike a worthwhile chord. So, I guess I want the fame and glory of having a pit under me, and singing in tune, and making out with a woman who's life I saved from a struggle that can only be expressed in song. And I want to be in improv troupe, but I can't have Christmas and Chanukah, so I'll settle with one.
Love,
Santa Clause