concert status: over
Gabwerglesnrk.
*collapses*
I wonder how much it costs to hire one of those pretty Asian women who walk up and down on your back until the muscles stop hurting. More money than I have, I'm sure. And one can hardly pound the hell out of one's own shoulderblades. Bah.
Watching Les Miserables.
I love you, Enjolras. Sure, sure, marry France; I'll be your whorish mistress.
...you work that trenchcoat, Eponine honey. I love you as well.
So maybe I know this musical far too well to be considered sane, but I've had the music poured into me since I was very small. Phillip Quast's Javert is perfection. The harp solo behind On My Own is perfection. Enjolras is my fucking hero, man.
Don't you say a word.
*collapses*
I wonder how much it costs to hire one of those pretty Asian women who walk up and down on your back until the muscles stop hurting. More money than I have, I'm sure. And one can hardly pound the hell out of one's own shoulderblades. Bah.
Watching Les Miserables.
I love you, Enjolras. Sure, sure, marry France; I'll be your whorish mistress.
...you work that trenchcoat, Eponine honey. I love you as well.
So maybe I know this musical far too well to be considered sane, but I've had the music poured into me since I was very small. Phillip Quast's Javert is perfection. The harp solo behind On My Own is perfection. Enjolras is my fucking hero, man.
Don't you say a word.