SHOUT HALLELUJAH COME ON GET HAPPY

i tried really hard not to like judy garland, but i just can't. she is fizzy and peppy and sad and lovely. i have been listening to the "trolley song" from meet me in st louis

and "get happy"

and "born in a tunk" from a star is born

over and over and over. and while i'm at liza isn't bad either. so i'll throw in "new york new york"



UPDATES: i have quit smoking. i'm on day eleven or twelve. i really feel good about it. i still want them really bad once in a while, it seems around ten to ten thirty at night when i see carrie bradshaw do it is hardest. damn her.
i have noticed that i really really can taste better, and smell better, and actually me myself smell better. and all that energy i put into smoking i have funneled into pittying all the people who still smoke. thinking its sexy and stuff. they aren't wise like me, they aren't seeing the light that they can be, no siree! they'll pay for their short-sightedness!
i guess its common to have attacks even months later, where you JUST HAVE TO INHALE CIGARETTE SMOKE, but that they last only a few minutes. AND CIGARETTES CONTAIN THE ADDITIVE AMBERGRIS OTHERWISE KNOWN AS WHALE VOMMIT, i don't understand the chemistry there...

UPDATES: i was just hired at the minneapolis children's theatre. i will also be working with one molly manning. and hundreds of children. and i'll see the shows for free. my only concern is that i find a good pair of black skinny slacks, not those baggy horrible pleated things...we'll see.