Saw Rent yesterday with some friends. It made me cry. Such a tear jerker. But ultimately not all that memorable. Maybe it's just because I can't stand bohemia stories that don't really interrogate the "slumming" aspects of the upper-middle class artists? Or am confused by the tragic tranny as object lesson story?
Plus, happiness=chocolate cupcakes found on the kitchen counter this morning. Rob brought some home last night for me!
Plus, happiness=chocolate cupcakes found on the kitchen counter this morning. Rob brought some home last night for me!