are you playing your love games with me?
it's no damn use, i'll have to see the mighty boosh again.
front row and centre!
now, i'm the kind of girl who wants to see more live performance than she does. money is generally the prohibiting factor. however, i need to watch myself – because every time i go to see comedy (and to a lesser extent, theatre) i get hot and bothered over one of the performers. it just happens. i fall in love with the glamour, or the sweat, or the corpsing.
julian aka howard moon gave the front row a good hard looking at yesterday, and i swear every twinkly-eyed second of that stare made me blush. lame! most other girls were giggling over noel aka vince noir, rock and roll star, but while i'd quite like to get drunk with the man, i can't possibly explain what i'd like to do to julian.
i caught a paper plane.
ooh, my ears are going red even talking about it. whee!