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theghettoflower
02 December 2009 @ 05:13 pm
And it's all about equality, and it's true, either you're wrong or you're right...  
The marriage equality act may have failed 24-38, but people are really getting fucking passionate and I love it! So I thought I'd post a bunch of the strongly worded tweets going around. The unity is the best part about the fight. People are coming together, and when we make this happen, it is going to feel seventy times more special and right and worthwhile.
11 tweets and counting!
( Equal rights. Right now. )
 
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theghettoflower
16 February 2009 @ 02:29 pm
She's out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes.  
I need advice! I need advice!
So I have some money right now. A decent bit of cash. It's probably the last time I'll have money to throw away for months. But I don't know what to do with it. This is my last chance for happiness for a while and I need to choose wisely. So what do I do? Books? Movies? Clothes? Furniture? Hair? Food? Make-up? Maybe even a show? No, I can't purge on more shows. I've already got two shows to see before March ends. And like three more during the summer. No shows. NO SHOWS. I am CUTTING MYSELF OFF from musical theater right now. But what would YOU guys do with your last bit of cash? I need help. I'm lost. I need to know what mentally stable people with no unhealthy addictions would do in this predicament. So, help me? Pretty please!

( Three Things Meme! )



 
 
Current Music: Modern Swinger - The Pink Spiders
 
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theghettoflower
06 January 2009 @ 02:45 pm
I've gotta get my sickness off.  
My mom never got along with her mom.
When she was fourteen, three years before she left home and moved to another equally crappy shithole in the Bronx, she used to get sick a lot. There was this one day that she was particularly sick with an outrageous fever...she was curled up in bed screaming for her mother for hours. But her mom refused to take care of her. My mom would lay in bed all day waiting for someone to come and check on her, but no one ever came. I constantly wonder why my grandmother wouldn't do anything for her - if she didn't see herself fit to take care of her daughter or if she honestly didn't care. I didn't know her as she was then, so I really couldn't tell you. All I know is that she loved me to death when I was little, and if she'd fought Cancer long enough, she would've spoiled me rotten.

CONSEQUENTLY, if I got sick when I was a kid, my mom would bring me to her bedroom and tuck me in and refuse to leave me alone for more than ten minutes at a time. I had cough drops and heating pads and Gingerale and fluffed pillows, quilts on top of comforters on top of quilts. And at lunchtime she'd bring up a tray with a bowl of soup and set it up on the bed and she'd say, "This is the way everyone should be taken care of when they're sick."

I'm sick today. I've had a lot of time to be sitting around here reflecting on these things. What else am I gonna do?

Oh livejournal. I like my mom. I like my mom quite a bit.
 
 
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theghettoflower
05 January 2009 @ 11:47 pm
"I'm not crazy 'cause I take the right pills every day."  

Well guys, I woke up this morning with an overwhelming sense that there is a void in my life. I rolled over and marked off January 5th on my calendar as I tried to place what exactly I was missing. Love? Couldn't be. Friends? I've got the best of them. Fun? Too much of that. Substance? I'm the most substantial person you'll meet. Money? No, I enjoy the little things in life. A naked Neil Patrick Harris icon? EUREKA. So as you see, the void has been filled. I am whole again.

Shockwave added me on MySpace too. So I'm still smiling a little about that. I left a note with the request. I hope it made him happy. I'm glad I didn't bother him when I saw him at the stagedoor.

Have I told you guys about Lin-Bear Miranda? The huge, purple, stuffed bear Amanda got me when I broke my toe the day of Yard-Sale-A-Palooza? Yeah. This isn't going anywhere. He just seems to be falling out of my closet. He's wearing a tutu at the moment. But he's been wearing it for a month now. It's not my fault. I didn't put it on him. It's 3 minutes to midnight, so anything worth updating you on has gone right out of my head. Instead you're reading about purple teddy bears and broken toes and yard sale festivals. I sincerely apologize.

I just checked postsecret. I forgot to yesterday with so much going on.
Every time I see Prozac in the background of a postsecret it makes me want to cry. I hate it when they break my heart.


P.S. I hope it's not awful that I started with a naked sitcom character and ended with this. My transitioning is totally nonexistent today.
 
 
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theghettoflower
04 January 2009 @ 08:50 pm
He had a coshave his name was SHOCKWAVE.  

I'm in one of the best moods I've been in in a long time. Today was fantastic. Not just seeing In The Heights again, but everything that surrounded it. I'm not going to recap the show, I've done that. And most of you aren't interested in In The Heights, but if you want to hear all about all the actors who remembered me and how much I talked to them, feel free to message me, and I'll totally rant. ;D Like happily rant.

But I will say this:
I TOTALLY PRACTICALLY GROPED LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA.
Just wow. You can't imagine how undeniably pleased I was with every word he said. Went better than previous stagedooring as well as CD signing, especially because I got to take a picture with him and touch him for so long. Yum:D

And one more thing about In The Heights! Though technically not about In The Heights, but it took place outside of the Richard Rogers Theater. When stagedooring there was a man sitting on the wall. He looked kind of anxious, bored, impatient, maybe even a little bit sad, but that's a stretch. Or it's me imagining things and reading far too much into someone's facial expression. But hey, I'm an ARTIST. It's what we do.

So I lean over towards my handy dandy friend Wayne and say "I think I see Shockwave"
"What? NO." He didn't believe me. Even when I pointed to him.
"It fucking LOOKS like Shockwave."
"Say something to him!"
"Hey you, you look like Shockwave."
It was Shockwave.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
None of you are all that into Freestyle Love Supreme to my knowledge so odds are you have no idea who I'm talking about, and I don't feel like claryifing, but I definitely became a little smitten with Shockwave today. Awesome.

God. What was I going to talk about? There's so much I can say but so little actually matters. I just feel like writing. Not blogs, fiction. Whenever I see something that I'm totally in love with all I want to do afterwards is write. Whether it's a book or a movie or a show. I know that's what my life is for! I'm going to write something someday that changes people. You know. One of these days. You'll see.

Now excuse me while I send a friend request to Shockwave on MySpace.
 
 
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