"Do what you love. Fuck everything else. "

Thank you, Dwanye from Little Miss Sunshine for those immortal words.

People.
Why are they so odd.
A girl came into Acme today acting like a complete Valley girl.
It was pretty strange.
Another woman told my manager what she wanted then he called the department needed. [right in front of her] She then later asked the question: "How will they know what I want?"
I shook my head and laughed.
Me and a fellow co-worker knew where to send them next time: on a wild goose chase.

These are the days, I love work.

Got a phone call from a friend today who I haven't spoken to since graduating.
She and I talked like no time had passed.
It's so great to know I'll have people here with me in lovely NJ
While others go here and there come fall.

People I know constantly look at me funny and think I'm strange.
Think I'm weird for loving my cast recordings and Broadway.
But, for me, I could give a flying fuck.
I'm me and I do my thing.
As the wise man from my title said: "Do what you love. Fuck everything else."

Today, I went to Best Buy and bought the Legally Blonde cast recording.
And I went into line and stood behind this women and her daughter.
The daughter bought a Hannah Montana game and Alicia Keys CD. [odd combo. I thought]
I sneezed while the woman was signing the credit pad
And the women gave me the diriest look.
Why can't we all just be civil to one another, every once awhile.
It's three word: God bless you. For christ sake.

Geeze louise.
People get worse and worse.
Kids get brattier and brattier.
I notice it as people yell at their bratty children in Acme.
The kids want, want and want.
The parents can't control them.
It's crazy.
The kids around here are terrible.
Especially Weatherby.

Oh well.
These people don't effect me.
I stay in my own musical-loving world.
And as a wiseman said: "Fuck everything else."
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When I'm lonley or feeling dejected,
I play this and it never fails.
I pretend like I'm in Ireland,
with Enya and the whales.

When my telephone gets diconnected,
or I spend ev'ry night alone,
I pretend like I'm in Ireland
where the Irish bagpies drone.


In Ireland they know how to love you,
you in the race, in the misty Irish breeze.
And if your Irish boy tires of you,
you're allowed to shoot him in the knees.


Hey! You look like that poster for Ireland,
long blonde hair and that sweet sunny face.
Oh no wait, that's the postwe for Sweden,
Oh screw it I'll never see either place.

But a girl sweet as you has a future,
you have hope as each new day dawns.
Girls like you always get to see Ireland,
give my love to the leprechauns.

---- Ireland from Legally Blonde The Musical