going over the stars

Went and saw Aladdin at the Saenger last night.

Ate at Deanies first. Tried to flip the switch on all my thoughts. You're going to see fucking Aladdin, you asshole. Be quiet for just two fucking hours. Can you do that? Can you not fuck that up?

Turns out, the switch only works halfway.

The show-yes-the show. The show was incredible, to say the least. We had fanfuckingtastic seats, fourth row from the stage, on orchestra right. Nobody tall sat in front of me. The Genie was hilarious, Aladdin was cute, and Jasmine was beautiful. The singing was balls out. The costumes were like dessert for my eyes-I had what you might call a sparklegasm. I was a crow in another life-anything that glitters keeps me gold. The entire production looked as if Disney had rolled everyone in glue and tossed them in a Scrooge McDuckesque pool of Swavorski. Not a bad fucking deal at all. No sir.

Something has been cut, aborted, buried within me. A few weeks ago, a part of whoever Rae Landry is or was or has been or will be...it got snipped. Floated off. Whether or not that part of her will return is anyone's guess. Some things never get recovered.

Saw A Star Is Born today. Made me cry at the end, awesome movie, pretty damn good music. Bradley Cooper is definitely a jack of all trades (pun intended) and Lady Gaga was pretty promising. Target. Best Buy. Sonic. Home.

Home is relative.

Oh, if you were looking for a point to this post

Go look elsewhere; I've run out of sense to make.

-Rae

I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm, he came around

Like he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn't be that man I adored You don't seem to know, don't seem to care What your heart is for No, I don't know him anymore