somewhere that's

It's been awhile a while? ahwyle?

Fuck you words.

Since I've written on this thing-a-ma-shit about something nonfictional.

And to be honest, the reason why, is none of your goddamn business.

But thank you for visiting and reading and telling all your one friend that doesn't own a computer and doesn't understand what an ehnturnitz is and could care less about anything besides sucking the marrow dry of a couple of deer bones.

I totez understand why someone raised by wolves would want to read (if they could/or knew what "read" was) this lil blog because they would need something that is close to english but also close enough howls and yelps to understand.

It's like hooked on phonics! but for wolf people!

Oh I'm sorry, sorry, Lupine Americans! I almost wrote Lupus Americans (heh lupus)

No lie: I was Hooked on Phonics™ when I was but a wee lil boy growing up in OHIO.

Or I think they [my parents] bought it for me? I remember looking at the box and thinking,

"Pffff I don't need to read or listen to tapes learn English"

And that friends is how I started my life long love affair with English!

My life long love of trying to murder the English Language™.

J/K lulz

But fo rulsies what's the big deal w/grammar? As long as you can make yourself understood and maybe make it amusing or something, in the end you can take grammar and spit in it's nerdy eyes.

Pssh grammar probably wears glasses! So you'd have to take off the glasses THEN spit in grammars eyes.

What a Nerd!

Grammar probably couldn't get a date to the prom (but neither could I sooooooo :/).

Grammar probably wasn't invited to any quewl kydz parties (oh, oh right neither was I).

Grammar probably just spent countless Friday nights hanging out with his mom eating Ben and Jerry's Chubby Hubby BY THE PINT and watching 20/20 and wonder just how John Stossel kept his mustache so neat.

Talking to his mom about what they wanted to do on Saturday, go to the mall maybe? grocery shop? And no Grammar didn't have any plans and didn't want to hang with his friends.

You know, something like that.

What was the point?

Oh yeah

wolf people are cool

no title

look isn't it crazy!?

i've been posting?


regularly?

SUCK IT MY USUAL MODE OF OPERATION


suck it long hard and deep (<---- i'm so so sorry for that)


seriously, sorry.

in my mind

CHICAGO

I’ve been putting off starting this whole blizzog (blizzard blog?) post, for I think, the OBVIOUS reason, that I can’t be funny about Ch-ch-ch-chicago. At least not in the same way that I can be funny about any other shit town in the ole U-S of A. I guess because this city still has a lot of sentimental value for me. It was the city I started being a real live HU-MAN.

So yes, my feelings are a little more earnest when it comes to this, the windiest of cities. On the other hand FUCK IT

Right?

I got off at O’Hare and thought, why is this aeropuerto so big? And why is ey’body so fat? And I thought oh yes a’course it’s the mid-motherfuckin-west baby!

So I took the trusty (?) blue line to Logan Sq where I am and will be currently staying for the duration.

I called my friend Yas, and was all like, “hey gurl how you livin’ where ya apty at?” or something along those lines. She gave me her directions and thinking I was “all that and a bag of chips” I though oh hell yeah I know this city. In reality I’ve never spent that much time in Logan Sq and even when I did live here I constantly google mapped everywhere and was lost pretty much 70-80 percent of the time. So I walked the opposite direction for a good 3 blocks and turned myself around and I made it! I made it the place I was staying.

No police had to be called, no dogs let loose, no search parties sent out endlessly searching for the body that will never be found because the meat has been scavenged, the bones picked clean and long since buried. No! None of that happened.

But I made it. I set my shit down and said look world! Look Chicago! Here I am.

I situated myself and soon was out the door with Yas enjoying the fresh Midwestern air, the ample streets, the trees along the side walk; the trees! So many trees! And not all designated to parks!
We got Thai and then we ate brownies that had a little somethin’ extra…nuts! Walnuts! We had brownies with some of her friendies from school and grrrrrrrrrrl dem brown were güd.

I then met up with my ole roomie Jax and had a heartfelt hug and talked about life over a beer…then…we watched South Park with her boyfriend and boyfriends brother. Slow down! So crazay!


After the pleasantries, reminiscing and a good night sleep Jax, BBS, his bro and I got our BURGER ON. We went to Kumas Corner, Kumas Korner? whatever. It’s this kinda famous burger place in here in Chicago and I had the most delicious burga evah. NOM NOMNOM. It had a fried egg, bacon and cheddar. UUUUUUuuuuuuuugh things that make you mmm things that make you go mmm-mm-mmm.

Needless to say, we had lunch at noon and I was full until about the next day.

That didn’t stop me from going to eat some good Indian food on Devon. It was *kissy hand motion that the French make when they talk about food, delectable. Dinner was with a couple of friends that I hadn’t seen since they last visited New York. It was great to see them and be able to have a conversation with them even though for all purposes we hadn’t seen each other in a little over a year. And even then we never really talked talked.

But it was way the hell on the NorthSide took my like 4evaz to get there and back.

The next morning I took another trip to the Northside.

BUT FIRST

I walked to Wicker Park and went to a bookstore that was pretty great. Old and musty (just like I likes’em). Then headed up.

Yas and I got Vietnamese sammichez. For crazy cheap; three fitty for sammie!

Then we walked around boiztowne. Passed the bathouse and thought hey you! Wink wink wink…I’ve never went in it though…what? Me? Psshaw. Never…

Actually never.

Then we went to the Whole Foods where I eat a slice of pizza. Only 1 ½ hours after I had a sammich. Food and weight don’t matter on vacation just like money and alcohol. It’s a thing. You know the vacation warp. We trucked up back to the apt. Had a few beerz and made some cookies up in the bitch!

Chocolate chip and chocolate chip and cranberry. AAAAAwwww yeah.

Another productive day this time with culture on all fronts.

Full frontal

On this explicitly adult day I went with M. Scott and a painter friend of his to The Art Institute of Chicago Museum.

We went to the only worth while part of the museo according to my artbro friend, the modern wing.

The one piece that really got to me was the Felix Gonzalez-Torres candy piece.

The premise of the piece is that, there is a space that is designated with different candies; the weight of the candies equal to the weight of his lover that passed away due to AIDS (heavy I know). As the day passes observers are welcome to take the candies ultimately changing the weight, which is replenished each day.

It’s a bittersweet piece. The observer eating the candy is essentially consuming the artists lover and the lover is revitalized each day. On the flip-side each day the lover wastes away diminishing in weight as he did when the artist lost him. It’s sad and beautiful and inspiring.

It isn’t dreary or tragic but essentially, Gonzalez-Torres is paying homage to his lover’s passing and giving him continual life.

Ooooh this just turned into art motherfuckin’ hstry ya’llz

It was good.

Saw some other art fart that was good but that was the highlight for me.

On the other cultural side, I watched Indian Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Surprise! I’ve never seen this movie.

Harrison Ford is hot.

That is all.

Beach day fun day.

Went to the gay beach, wore my slightly more modest bathing suit (it is the Midwest HELL-O), dipped into Lake Michigan and lay in the sun, as I am want to do.

And then for the main event. I had dinner with Theo and we went to THE HOPLEAF or heaven in my mouth. Nonsexy heaven. I had the CB&J sammich.

CASHEW BUTTER
FIG JAM
STETSON CHEESE
GRILLED

You heard me. (I, I just died in your arms tonight)

Obvioulsy delicious Belgian Beerz and then some wine to tap it all off.

Oh we saw a babay possum at the wine place after I had my sanish.

My God that was a good sandwich. It lived up to memory, which very few things can. The gooey cheese and the perfect ratio of jam to cashew butter…SO GOOD

UUUUUGHHH

Oops sorry bout that, let my just, wipe…this…up and we can continue.

Then I came home and watched Friday with Jax and we decided that Ice Cube was a hottie and we would smoke with him any day. WINK

Oh and I’ve been making a shit ton of blingeez.

I got my tourist on, on Thursday.

But first I had a delicious non-touristy brunch with Jax and Yas, at Lula Café. NOM NOM French toast and a bloody mary, no better way to start the day. amirite?

THEN I got my tourist on. I went to Millennium Park, took a picture of water fountain block things or whatever, the bean and the Frank Gehry auditorium. ALL ALONE

Frown

Pssh whatever who needs friends to share experiences and memories and special moments.

I sure…don’t.

This trip so far has been about reliving , revisting, re-eating, re-drinking (sure why not that makes sense, right? Sure!) my experience while I lived here a year or so ago in Chicago.

Today was about, I guess, new things…? I don’t know something about doing things that I’ve never done before in Chicago.

Like getting drunk and dancing, oh OOPS done that.

And my time here ends in a bangy whisper or something.

SUCK IT NERDS I’M GOING TO NEW YORK CITY.


Build your own Blingee

I fell

Chicago, or Chicken cargo as no one calls it ever, here I come!

So I stupidly got a car service to take me to JFK airport…so so dumb.

Because I’m just much too lazy to take the train then another train then another train or a bus to get to the airport.
Because I’d rather wait till the last minute to pack up my things.

Because my roomiee had a bday and we had to celebrate starting at 12 o’clock in the afternoon starting with BRUNCH at a French restaurant with beer and bloodies. And then because my roommate likes the fancy things in life I bought a couple of bottles of 11 dollar champagne!

KNOCK KNOCK who’s there? MR. MOTHERFUCKIN FANCY CLASS THAT’S WHO.

So we knocked those two back because why not? What did our livers ever do for us?

A lot.

Then our bestie friendie barkin came to our apartment. More wine. Then we went to some bougie cocktail place and had one bougie cock-tale each. Then we had some AMAZING Japanese fusion food. Listen I’m not a foodie, I hate the term and I hate those people BUT guuuuuuuuurl it was GOOOOD.

After we feasted like kings are at least like dukes, at the very very least earls…?

We went to some other semi-bougie cocktail place, then of course we ended up at Metropolitan the local homosexual watering hole.
Oh god I was about to make a disgusting play on words…Well not really play on words more like a rearrangement of words. Let’s just say it was along the lines of homosexuals watering their holes. (< --- see? no good, not at all).


Where was I? Ah, yes, so I dumbly paid monayz to get here but whatever. I’m in the plane truckin’ to Chicago. And that is all that matters.

PLUS

Jet motherfuckin’ Blue has MTV; hello Jersey Shore™

Embarrassing!

FYI

chicago is nothing like this



soon though, soon the wheels while turn again and we'll be back to where it started

I wish they all could

So I woke up around 12 cali-for-ni-a time and let me tell you something; it was awesome.

I'm sitting here in Aubz apty with her roomie writing in this ram-shamble of internet space.

I think I'm basically going to do a vacay round up and NOT right in this thing everyday like some kind of loser baby monkey man.

ASSTROOO BURGER was yummy and delicious and made my hert go boom ba-boom. But before that we took a drive up mullholland dr and saw all the pretty MANSIONS. then we went to a gay bar, in wich the night was called BIG FAT DICKS. Needless to say the bar was a lil trashy.

I woke up at 12! noon! that's 3! in real (NY TIME) then I walked around Melrose with D'smity (aubz roomie). It was basically like the scene It was basically like a scene from my most deepest fantasy. The fact that waking up at noon is a fantasy of mine, is something i have to live with everyday and I've learned to accept that.

I went shopping (gaycation shopping is the most dangerous type of shopping there is) and I bought several items one of them (my most favie baby one of them) being a gold necklace with a gold feather pendent.

YES AND YES.

Went to silverlake and had some margz w/some laydyayz. It was all pseudo-real housewives, but with the obvious and much need black lezbot.

Then we went to Griffith Park Observatory, of Rebel Without a Cause fame and I say the creeeepy bust of james. It was hellza weirrrrrd. Oh and we saw some russian tourist taking "classy" pictures of themselves. Not to seem xena(warriorprincess)phobic on ya'll but the russian tourist don't get what classy is I think. They have a vague idea but it always goes terribly wrong and earnestly slutty.

Then we met with some ca-li-fornia gayz and had some drankz. But srsly california gays are really touchy feely. I was a little put off by that. I'm like, i only touch you if I've known you for more than 1 year and/or am trying to sleep with you. Known of which applied to any o' dees gays. OR DID IT? it didn't.

BTW I was mistaken for Wilson cruz (don’t know who that is) El Oh El?

Today the ole gang, I almost typed the ole gayng (<--still valid) and I went to beach and sunned and frolicked. I got to see Malibu which was nice and I got to see the Pacific ocean which just felt so large and I got to wear my tiny swimsuit, which come on is every gays perfect day, amirite? After practicing being mermaids and wearing MATCHING swimsuits –slash- something that will here to forth be labeled “beach underwear” ???? yes!

We went homo. Watched a movie took a lil nap and went out d-d-d-dancing.

Well Aubz n I did D’smity stayed home.

We want to this thing called Cherry Pop or Popstars or Super Cherrypop, I’m not sure but it sounded thuper faggy, which I like. Another thang that I like? We got in for freezers. We got stuffed into freezers and carted in the back way. Right before we were going to be locked in we stuck out our arm and emerged ready to go out it. Or we ran into some rando and she had 2 other plus ones, which I guess in her sitch would be plus 3’s.

We were right behind her n’ her boifrienz and the woman at the door was like “are these your friends?” and she was all “…s…suuuuuuuuuuree, yeah, yes they are my friends, why not.” So we got special bracelets that woulda let us hang out with Kimberly Locke (who ever the fuck that is) but instead we didn’t and just danced.

THE MUSIC WAS ON POINT THE ENTIRE NIGHT. En Vogue, TLC, Maria, Brandy, Madonna, Robyn, Lady Gagz, CAN WE SAY GAY? Yes yes we can because we are.

We danced for a solid 2/2:30 hours.

sidenote: just saw someone with an Oberlin sweatshirt. We are a geeky bunch.

BTW I saw Andrew from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (lol)

Back to the story, Aubz and I were supposed to meet up with a friend and we did but he is what I’d like to call a searcher. Flitting from group to group scoping the scene for someone to take him home. He was sweet, just preoccupied. So we left him to his own devices and went home.


Oh I’m sorry, I left our the most important part. We go slurpees at the 7/11 before we went home.

Sunday, we woke begrudgingly early and went to the farmers market and gorged our self on free fruit/cheese/bread samples. It was amazing. And worth it. I also drank some sweet sweet lime-ade. Uuuuugh. Took a pill good time all the time.

Oh, and number two? PUG PUPPIES.

Afters, we went to Amoeba and got some records amd apparently I was singing something or another and I made a stranger uncomfortable! Hooray.

We then watched an amazing movie. It was amazing and a movie. We ended the day perfectly by eating pizza and watching Independence Day, welcome to Earth indeed.

Monday, yesterday I guess, D’smity and I went to Aubz place of work talked some smack and got lunch. Then we finshed my roll of film got donuts and simply enjoyed each others company.

Almost 5 days and I didn’t get a picture of a single landmark.

SUCCESS

California Love

I’m going going back back to Cali Cali. I’m sitting in the ole hunk of metal and fuel jet-setting (where are my white thigh high go-go boots!?) my way to Californie to visit my friend Aubz. It’s been aaaaages, (like a month or something) since I’ve last seen her. It would be more climactic id she hadn’t already visited New Jerk City. Thanks a lot aubz, thanks for making this reunion all the less special.

I’m my flight to Chicago, since I can’t afford a direct flight, even when I bought my ticket like 7 MONTHS IN ADVANCE, I was stuck beside a very presumptuous (<- who knew it was spelled like that! I didn’t!) women that asked my to hold her coffee for her. Well less of a request and more of a shoving a coffee cup into my paw and saying “hold this.” Well sure. I’ve been raised a polite Midwesterner, also I didn’t want scalding coffee to get all up on my lap. No sir and or ma’am that isn’t my cup o’tea. Sure if she had asked nicely or at all I woulda gladly said yes! I have nothing against small requests especially if we are going to be crammed into this glorified air bus.

A little later when the flight attendant was passin’ by with some snackies the woman beside me was takin’ a lil nap. After the attendant had passed, the woman roused and saw that I was enjoying my delicious, free airline snack, with my headphones in BEE TEA DOUBLE-U, proceeds to poke me and say “can you get me mine?” This woman as far as I can tell is perfectly healthy, robust even! So I just look over at her, I guess slightly incredulously, because come on, getcha own snack boo. She then amends her request, “can you get her attention so I can get my snack?” The flight attendant was already coming over, the woman beside me was wasting much need attention grabbing energy with me that should have been unleashed toward the attendant. She’s got the power of the cheese crackers and peanuts, not me friends, most certainly not me. So I simply raised my hand, when the attendant was passing and gestured toward my aisle companion.

I’m not complaining I barely did anything, I raised my hand and held a cup.

I’ve done more for less? I don’t even know if that’s true.

But wherever you my presumptuous flight friend, you’re welcome and thank you for teaching me the spelling of the word presumptuous.

when you say my

OK OK OK OKOK

So, let's talk about gLee for a second? Can we? No, well, who asked you (i did, <--------over there).

Of course we are going to talk about gLee a'durh.

So this episode was "The Power of Madonna." This is probably hands down the most legitimate (non fanboy, which I guess I am) fun I've had watching gLee.
I love the show and while I love almost every episode I've watched, I really liked this episode. Like, like liked.
Like, I would want to ask it to junior prom, have my mom drive is to The Olive Garden or Applebees, buy it dinner, hold it's hand the entire night, slow dance with it, then give it an awkward tentative kiss after I had my friend (who had a car) drive to their front door. Then I would write gLee a note and pass it to it before 2nd period that Monday after the dance, saying how much fun I had.

This episode was all about empowering yourself, finding yourself, changing yourself or losing yourself. Or, losing it! By it I mean doing the nasty (fuuuuuuuuuucking). Madonna was brilliantly used, because COME ON, she is the queen of reinvention and artifice. Like my roomie said, she's a cultural artifact (she's old!). ANYWAY

Sue, megalomaniac that she is, of course idolizes The Donna. She makes a sexy blackmailing deal with the principle (whom if you remember she drugged), to play Madonna full blast in the school then eventually kick some students out, with 35 dollars and a bus ticket to New York.

First why couldn't my school (which was in Ohio) play Madonna at my school? Right, because I live in real life.

So Sue, genius that she is, wants to empower or change everyone to be more like Madonna, she starts with the Cheerios but expands to the ENTIRE school (squeee). We soon see shots of different era Madonna's roving the halls! ughh...me!

The lady's of Glee are having their lady times in the practice room; talkin' bout how boys are dumb and all they wanna do is sex a girl up and what if she's not ready? and what if he won't like her if she's say no?? and what if he wants her to change from her stupid goth look that midwesterns lurvz??? and what if he get's me preggo and acts like a jerk???? ( a lil too real) and what if no boiz notice me????? Too. Real.

Answer to all these questions is MADONNA. Use the power of her song to show the d00dZ who's boss. The guys are all apprehensive like somehow singing Madonna will make their penis flop off. It won't. It'll just turn you gay. gay gay gay gay. The girls are all like: You fools stoopid. And sing

Express Yourself - This is what i thought whilst I was watching. You go girl! That's what I thought. And they did, they really did go.

There's the continuing DRAMZ between Finnigans Wake and Rachael McAdams. Will they or won't they? Will i care or won't i care? I say that I won't but I probably will. Well they did a (s)mash up (that's when to songs are placed on the front of two cars then driven into each other to make some sounds), of Borderline/Open Your Heart. It was a good duet. Mind you, not as good as when Rach and Jesse sang, but you know kinda a safe and warm like a ratty old blanket. You see they still want to be together, obviously, but they don't know if they can open up to each other or even if they have to change in order to make it work.

But prior they decided to make it work with others. To see if they can change for someone else; be something else for someone else who will appreciate it.

This happened with most of the couples on gLee.

Rachel n' Jesse
Emma n' Will
annnnnnnd
Santana n' Finn (dun dun dun!)

So, listen, Santana, in a bid to win over Sue's favors and become more madgey, decided to get with Finn (since he is like 3 days younger), and take that V-card. Empowering herself; changing Finn. It's a win-win, for her, it's win-in for her.

Emma, after getting the proverbial smackdown by Sue. Denying her MADONNA ubertragedy. Emmas was like ef it, time to get busay, do the nastay and start the foreplay at 7:30. Sharp. Will was.....excited. Empowering her sexy self.

Rachel, probably in a move to try and forget about Finn is going to make it with the dreamest of villains Jesse. Plus how can anyone resist the subtle manipulation of a gay, (seriously, call me). While she was wearing a purple caped negligee.

Like A Virgin, was turned into a 6 part song extravaganza. Arguable on of the best numbers of the night. The three that had the most to lose, things like; virginity, self-respect...cleanliness, other nonsense, had fantasies about what it would be like. That much proliferated myth of the first time. The song was fun and sexy and moments felt a little dangerous, like most first times, but was ultimately disappointing for most of the character...like most first times? Rachel realized she was "doing it for all the wrong reasons." Emma freaked a lil, of course. Finn did "it" then he got the buyers remorse, and probably chlamydia.

SIDENOTE:

Errmrmm Santana was all sing-sangin' on the episode.

SIDENOTE OVER

Sue, in the meanwhiles was having some empowerment issues of her own. Worried about her image or lack there of. Recruiting, Gay Kid and Aretha, that's Kurt and Mercedes for everyone not in the "know," Sue had her Madonnaesque reinvention.

a la: Vogue. They basically redid the musik video. It was a'ight. I lorf me some voguin'z but it was...merk. I guess the magicks was gone since they played the full thing after the episode of last weeks gLee and ey'body and de momz was already bloggin' bout it bout it.

Sue comes to her sense and goes back to Classic Sue; track suit, sinister sneer and kung fu grip. Like Classis Sue, she recruits Gay Kid n' Aretha AGAIN to do a number with the Cheerios.

Four Minutes was really spectacular. Not only because Mercedes and Kurt had the Cheerios and Marching Band as their back up, but also because, they are talented and I think even the writers new they haven't used them to their fullest sangin' potensh. Plus they laid the verbal smack on Schue, who is arguably the worst Show Choir Director ever.

So so dumb.

The boy's were trying to get over beng scured that their penises will fall off and runaway from them if they sung Madonna by singin' What it Feels Like for a Girl. It was a cool interestingly arranged acapella version. The boys sang and sounded good and changed a lil it and 'pologized to the ladays that they had wrong or whatever. Except for Puck who was like "na, evz I ain't down wit that." Which is ok because he is super hot.

Oh! and guessssssssss who moved the district, transferred to McKinley High and joined the Glee Club.....me! I mean Jesse! To bang Rachel! and even more likely to fuck shit all to hell for the our gLee kids.

So this episode ended with, Like A Prayer. Everyone on gLee is need of a prayer; Rachel, that her love won't blow up in her and the Glee clubs face, Finn that he'll still have a chance to win Rachel and that he didn't get the clap from Santana, Kurt n' Mercedes have a had their prayers to be stars answered a lil bit, Will is still hopin' for that sweet love from Emma, Emma is prayin' to get over bein' a germophobe and get lizzaid, Jesse that he'll take down glee and get in Rach's pants and the rest of the kids have a prayer to get more screen time. Well at least Santana and Brittany rocked that shit last night.

Rocked it.

I don't know why you say

HELLO....hello? echo-cho-cho-ho-o-o-o

Wow, what a stupid way to start a post. Stupid and cheesy and delicious and potentially heart attacky like the new KFC HeartTerminatrex.

But you know, I can't help it.

So let's get "down n' dirty" into the real "nitty gritty," to the "meat n' potatoes" to the other folksy saying of why I'm written in this mofo.

GLEE.

obviously.

Glee, or gLee as I like to type it, premiered last night. It was amazing, of course. I'm not that blinded by the glitter and rainbow puppies that is this show to say that it was perfect but it was pretty gosh darned good.

There were moments when the writing was a little uneven. For example: Emma's return to her position, Finn and Rachel's relash and Puck n Quinn's relash. I gueeeeessssss you could say a'duh Emma is going to come back and Rachel would wrangle in Finn but come on, give us sooooome reasoning. Some seasoning reasoning.

But God Damn! Brittany what a beautiful/stupid character! From gay sharks to forgetting her own name there is not one thing that is wrong with B, except for perhaps her chromosomal levels.

The addition of Jesse St. James (ie: my future husband -slash- current sweet sweet fantasy) was amazing. He and Rachel are like one of those couples that make you want to tear your eyes out with their ambition but when they sing it...mmmhmmm I wouldn't kick that out of bed. Well I wouldn't say no to that in bed n e ways so.....that's that.

Let's talk about some tunes shall we?

Hello, I Love You as sung by local JockTard Finn was great b/c well he doesn't have a pretty voice; he has a voice made for classic unpolished rock. It was good cuuuuurz it was his style and he also wasn't too horrible AutoTuned. So that was fun.

Hello by the All 'Merican Rejectz (or something) was owned by Rachel. She bitch slapped Finn with her vocals, so that was you know...good for her! After he totally ditched her for a potential threesome....duh.

The most outstanding number was Hello with Rachel and Jesse because Jesse is as talented (I almost wrote ass talented, which would also be true) as Rach. And he has the confidence of 3 Regional wins. The harmony were like two voices fucking it was that good.

Jesse showed how awesome he was with Highway to Hell, sure it was a little to sugary and playful but THAT BOY CAN SANG. Again Jesse, or I guess ,actor who plays Jesse, I'm here, here for you and waiting.

Hello, Goodbye was pretty good the dynamic between Rachel and Finn was fun, if not a little contrived. Finn fine you'll try to idiot woo her with you idiot charm and now we have ANOTHER love triangle (babble triangle) to hear about.

Let's talk about the non-singing:

Each time Sue Sylvester is on screen, I die from joy. Her loathing for Glee club seeps from her pores in the most organic way that is just amazing. She bribes her students, mocks and harasses her co-workers, (hatchet to the groin! ouch!) and Drugs and Pseudo-Rapes and Blackmails her employer, she is the all-American hero. I think right?

Terri was phenomenal, she knows how to twist the knife so gently in Emma's side that it's kind of like watching a artist shade a landscape. Good for you Terri, you crazy bitch, good for you.

Idina Menzel...errrr...I mean Shelby C. was a little wooden, but hopefully she'll get better. She'll make a good villain and I hope she totez bones Will. Sidenote: Will being sexy can tone it down like 50 percent, seriously, you freak me out. Stop. Thanks.

So that was gLee.
It was awesome, can't wait for the rest of this halfsies season.

from the courtyard

Do you want to know how gay I am?

The last thing I remember before I woke up this morning was a dream that I was taking, part in a sing-a-long to the opening number to a Broadway musical called March of the Falsettos.

A musical from the 80s





the 80s