Everybody, as you sit here reading this, stop. Don't even read any further. Go and get in your cars, or your golf carts, or your scooters or whatever, and go see Phantom of The Opera at your nearest movie theater. I demand it. GO.
It's WONDERFUL.
I mean it's so great I recommend guys to go see it too. I'll recommend it to Karl. I'll recommend it to Jay. If I didn't think grant would roll his eyes at me and talk about me behind my back, I'd recommend it to him, too.
Ha-ha!
So basically I'm writing follow up letters to agencies in LA now. I think it's funny how everyone at JRP is like IM MOVING TO LA NEXT WEEK because the realtors over there must make a killing. All these fools leaving for what they can only hope is fame, who'll discover how hard it is in that atmosphere of competitiveness and just die. Plus they'll be across the country, far far far away from home, so what are they going to do THEN?
That's why I want to wait a year.
Moulin Rouge rocks.
:oD
That would the motherland, LP.
And mountains? Try the tallest mountains in the world.
I deleted the rest of it because I didn't feel like talking that much.
If it hasn't I'm going to do one. On my own. Maybe I'll let Ewan McGregor join in if he's lucky.
:oD
Maybe thats how I'm going to find fame.
.jessixa.