this can't be. it hurts too much to breathe.
Angels in America is indeed, amazing. I can't get over it. Like Mike before me, I am speechless. What amazes me more than this being filmed is that I feel it so much.

Feelings like this remind of me of this boy I'm completely and totally in love with. His name is Ryan Pfluger. I'm silly because I'm waiting up for him, and he's going out. I have work at 8... so I have to be up at 7. I know i'm not going to stay up any longer, I should have gone to bed 2 hours ago. I miss him so much.

Anyway, back to being hardcore. Um, yes... piss, blood, alcohol, dancing at shows, listening to obscure music, screaming, tight pants, etc. etc.

Sunday is the Urban Outfitters holiday party. I need to go out to the city and find a blazer. I do believe there is a chance one Ms. Sharleen will be going with me. Fun times... fun times indeed. Now it's time for bed.

ps. blood, piss, guns, alcohol, etc.