Ok. I JUST got home from seeing a rock your balls and face off production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. I have to state here and now, that I have had unpure thoughts of the lead actor in all his drag and glitter glory. I’ve already got a talent crush on the fella, he’s roomates with one of my best good’s. But seriously. SERIOUSLY. Sitting there with Trisha tonight in a sold out house thinking Man. I could have me some of that glitterati red lipstick and holy shitballs he’s making me moist what with all the singing and those CHEEKBONES…
then. THEN I come home and approve a comment on the previous post. Take a moment here and let’s everyone go have a quick cookie lookie.
whoever signed in under Dax Shephard and made a comment? Good. Call.
I LIT UP off of this couch like someone put an angry inch in ME.
and now, I retire. I have a 9 hour day of banging hair with little time to eat nary a cheerie nor an oh. Yes. I am a whore for the money. I’m ok with it. You can be too. I retire…with a grin on my face, to sleep.
Perchance to dream.
Of Dax Shephard.
Or Matthew Alvin Brown.
Or that damned glitter lipstick.