Ergh. My brother convinced me to add my blog to Amatomu which is like a blog ranking rating system, and now I feel obliged to write more on it, because I'm competitive. Not in like a sports kind of way though. I don't like to run fast, or shoot well, or y'know, hit things.
Except walls, but only when I'm feeling really frustrated.
Or want to have some cool knuckle bruises to impress chicks with.
See, now I'm just showing off.
Women, man... my new show did it's first preview last night and opens on Friday. The preview went well, people laughed, even at the bit where someone threatens to cut out someone else's tongue. I always get worried when using excessive violence as a source of comedy, but hey, they say the essence of comedy is someone else's misery, and people laughed it up.
And then at the end, in one of the sad monologues, this group of girls sitting around a table all started crying. It was awesome.
I like to make girls cry.
Now I'm just showing off again.
Stupid competitive blogging vibe, it makes me act out.
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Maybe they cried because during the sad monologue they remembered the price of admission...
Just a thought, I haven't seen your play, but then again I don't like any theatre without Rosencratz and Gildernstein (I realise I'm spelling phonetically, but fuck that's how language evolves - bad spelling and sucky accents - and I wanna to my phart)or without some scary Phantom and lots of pyrotechnics.
Thanks for writing this.
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