You're at Urinetown!
Your ticket should say Urinetown!
No refunds, this is Urinetown!
We'll keep that dough!

People hear lots of things about Urinetown, of course, and that's just the way we like it. For example, a little boy once asked me, "Is Urinetown actually a nice place to live? Gingerbread houses along golden, frothy canals? Like Venice, only different?" I didn't say yes. I didn't say no, either.

I'm busy working on a provocateuse master page that lists every person on my sites, and which sections have pictures for them.

Ooh, that'll be MAD entertaining.

I am feeling stupidly accomplished, considering how much I've actually gotten done today. But I'll take what I can get.

It sucks to be me! It sucks to be me! It sucks to be young and unemployed and turning thirty-tree! It sucks to be me.

"You know what you are?"
"A river?!?"

In other words...
Just from stalling and stalling and stalling that wedding trip,
A person
Could develop la grippe!

Aimee! I'm so sorry. I thought I had Ealy, but I checked the list, and I don't.

I'll address that forthwith. Now I need lunch, and perhaps cleaning supplies. And to brace myself for project-ending meeting.

t weeps for poor neglected Michael

I shall have to go console him.

Well, I don't know any words to porn musicals.

I've always felt that these sort of lose sight of the actual point of being porn in the first place. I mean, they're entertaining, but it's difficult to find something erotic when you're still laughing about the incredibly bad musical number from the previous scene.

My god, today blows. I am crushing its head.

CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH.

If it helps any, I do have good news: Riverdance is coming back to New York!!