Reflection with some distance: I truly have no energy or patience for grown adults who can’t manage to navigate basic things like a metro-area train in their own native language without looking like they’re desperately trying to find their daughter’s kidnappers to pay them a ransom.

Oh I wasn’t trying to imply that at all, I just recall an article from around the time these videos were at their zenith that said something like it was that year’s most popular bat mitzvah gift.

My apologies, dear alma mater, my wine budget takes precedence over giving you money for Jesus.

Oh baby, no, this was an entire cottage industry!

I really miss the purity of an era where recently bat mitzvah’d girls in the tri-state era would gather their best friends to film a music video in their parents’ house after professionally recording a song about a singular fixation of theirs (e.g. Thanksgiving, jeans, Fridays). #hahahahajackmyswag

Freddie makes similar yips when he dreams, it’s the sweetest sound on the entire planet.

Same

True Life: I tried them and they’re fucking *delicious.*

It’s too early for this.

She was magnificent.

So pure. Before the world went to hell.

The first and only Elphaba I’ve ever seen live. (I avoided the show like a plague until she was on tour in Boston.)

This is canonical for me.

I exhaled on the button, hit my husband’s leg, and whispered “Fuck.”