So, anyone else as amped about the Tonys as I am? It’s like easily my favorite holiday of the year.
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So, anyone else as amped about the Tonys as I am? It’s like easily my favorite holiday of the year.
Father’s Day weekend was supposed to be one of those times of the year where she was able to sit down on the couch with her father and have a drink with him while listening to old rock and blues music. Instead, here she was, staring--no, glaring--down an aisle of new sci-fi books, attempting to bring herself into a better mood, which, unsurprisingly, was not quite working in the slightest. Her father had never side-stepped this weekend of theirs together but he supposedly had a business trip while Alex, her brother, had told her that it was due to a woman. Disgruntled and thoroughly unimpressed by the titles, she randomly picked up one of the books, flipped through it in a matter of seconds, shoved it back on the shelf, and stalked over to the romance section of the bookstore.
Happy pride to my fellow gays, and to the rest of you don’t fuck this up for us.
New York is puuuuurdy at night. I could see a million stars from here. But I can’t. Because pollution. But if I could it would be even more purdy.
Is this seat taken?
Dancing Queen is just... such a good song.
I’m exhausted. This has been such a stressful week, and it’s only Wednesday, and Chicago isn’t even going to the Tonys.