I'm writing this from a computer in the oh-so-lovely city of London. I paid 1 pound (aka 2 American dollars due to the fact that our economy, for lack of better terminology, fucking sucks) for half an hour of internet use, and after checking my empty email accounts and reading my facebook posts, I have 13 minutes left, and I decided to describe to you why I've decided that my life should be a musical including puppets.
1. Life would be furrier, and ipso facto, cuddlier.
2. Puppets can say any number of innapropriate / rude things and get away with it...because they are puppets.
3. Everything said is infinitely more important and memorable if sung.
4. I would like a walking bass line to accompany my actions, and a violin to harmonize my thoughts.
5. Even a terrible day couldn't be SO bad if I could still dance...with puppets.
6. Avenue Q already managed to document my life and put it on stage in the form of a musical show starring...puppets.
Aside from that London is great. Overwhelming, as many great things often are, London's the equivalent of an unbelievably delicous 7 course meal that is laid before you on an enormous table and you're told you've got one hour to enjoy. I guess I'll be back, Londonown, ready or not, and I haven't even left yet.
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