Mama Mia, Facebook!

Wow, I have never felt so loved withhout looking in a mirror!

Therapists should really reccomend facebook to people with depression. I joined just so I wouldn't have to get that face from people who ask me if I'm on facebook. You know, you did it to me, the "oh, you're not on facebook", face, with the downward slanting eyes...... You know who you are. Well, leave the hell alone. And by that I mean please continue your infatuation with me. I mean I knew I had friends, ones who were very fond of me, but all at once it's like a bath in a tub full of Jello.

I don't know what I'd do with a whole bath tub full of Jello, but Geeez wouldn't make you happy?

On that note I will discuss the spectacle of Mama Mia!(Don't think that I have poor grammar, the ! is in the title). There has never been more if an incentive to support the arts and go see a Broadway show. Mainly so that never happens again. Wow, I'm so sorry if you liked it but it was really not good. I wanted it to be so magical; tanned lovelies on the Aegean sea, Merryl Streep, Mama Mia!, everything. But alas, I was thinking of better ways to do it while it was happening. To say that the choreography was sophomoric would be to discredit any sophomore that could do a far superior job. Pierce Brosnan needs to get a dumber agent who can't make him believe that he should be doing a musical-homeboy can't sing. Couldn't carry a tune if it were in a bucket. And for future reference, unless you find your way back to being hot, please, leave your shirt on. I read bad reviews of it but, was hopping it would be like a frivilous romp on the beach. Well, on that beach I was looking for a boat to get off the island.