  Goddamn me to hell for beginning strange new phase of homework-doing-ness and staying away from porch and puter. Erin, oh Erin. Seeing Urinetown on Broadway... Oh Erin. You know I rarely get passionate about music theatre unless its quite integral to our society... Oh. Erin. You didn't see it. Did you. My greatest aim in life was to get you to see one show that you would love for non-depressive reasons and I missed my chance to tell you 'yes Erin! see it! a musical about shit and piss - this is why i love musicals! ' because I was researching fucking Streetcar (might I add I will be playing the AMAZING Blanche Dubois) and Shakespeare.
I think the only thing to do now is to go home, drink the 6 week old death bag (in bed) and get right onto the half finished pornographic musical, Venus. And since its been so long... Filthy (and still cheesy) Music Theatre Song of the Week: One of the more censored songs from Venus , 'Whorehouse' (CHORUS) Whorehouse, You can call it your house, Forget about your spouse, Its a whorehouse! In the park, in the diner, Put it in my wet... (CHORUS) 
