All of my jeans are too big, Rath. My mother tells me I have to eat more, but if they don't fit, she tells me I should stop eating. I suppose that's actually sort of logical, even if it's a little forward.
*hugs the teddy bear, clings to BroadwayWorld*
I'm so excited for Company!! I want it to be March.
I think I might go take a shower.
Wow, that's a lot of banal in one post.
A work of art is an invitation to love.