Simple I Love You's

I'm so tired that I can't even wrap my head around anything. So all I want to say is thank you for reading my blog. Those that follow me, those that tell others about it. I love you. That's really about it. I love you much. :)

This Rain Has Taken Its Toll

Dear Mother Nature,

You were beautiful and awesome and loads of gorgeous. However, the last 2 days of rain in the Boston area have caused quite a stir. We are tired of the rain. There has been flooding and the freakin National Guard came in. This is getting out of control. I have friends with flooded apartments and they aren't happy. It's a mess out there.

Granted, I DO feel lucky that my apartment has remained dry. So I can't complain there. But I want to wear my spring skirts in the spring time instead of wearing them in the pouring rain and hoping that it will make me feel like it's spring. So listen up whore, this has got to stop. There are many unhappy people right now. Please consider this letter as my official request for the rain to stop and the sun to come back.

I expect this to be effective March 31, 2010 moving forward. My rain boots want to go back into the closet and my suede heels want to make their triumphant return.

Thank you in advance for your consideration,
LaLosch

I Didn't Abandon You, I Promise

Wow, I never go this long without blogging. I apologize. It's been a whirlwind of events the last few days. And there was also a reason why I hadn't been blogging.
First, for those that don't know yet (and I think most of you already know), ManLosch got a job! He's working downtown for an architecture firm. I'm extremely happy for him and it helps relieve a little stress you know? In addition to the new job, I got a promotion at work. So things have DEFINITELY been busy for the both of us, but in a good way!

Right after all that good news, we flew to Chicago to surprise FamLosch! Which means I will be updating the other blog very shortly. His dad was the only one who knew, as he picked us up from the airport. But the look on his mom's face was priceless. His sister's verbal reaction was "What the hell????...." It was a good time. It was a quick trip, but I hope everyone enjoyed the time while we were there.

(this is Tara, otherwise known as T-Lo. check out her link above. DO IT.)

Okay more updates later I promise. I just didn't want everyone thinking I forgot about them.

Massholes

I absolutely LOVE Bay State drivers! OMG. I love them. It's like I think when I get in the car every morning, "Man I can't wait to get cut off by another Masshole today. I can't live without it. I just can't."

Now that you're done inhaling that load of sarcasm, I was driving this afternoon to get my hair done after work. I have to drive into downtown Boston. Normally I'd just take the T, but because I only had 30 minutes, I wouldn't make it, so I drove and planned to let ManLosch take the car since he works downtown now. I get on Storrow, traffic is moving...and then it stops. We're crawling and I curse silently, because when a black woman is tryin' to go get her hair did, there are always a million and one things trying to prevent that from happening. There was really no space between the car in front of me and our car, but a lovely Honda decides to squeeze itself in between us with no turn signal; no indication at ALL that they wanted to merge into my lane.

So I took a photo. Because I figured, anyone who saved the money to have someone actually place a "In Loving Memory of Michael Jackson" decal on the back window of their car deserved to be recognized as the most awesome Masshole of the Day. Oh yeah, and that's TOTALLY a silhouette of MJ dancing too. Mmmhmm.

Stop Yer' Cryin...Maybe...

Every time I travel by air, I always have this problem: crying babies. I never seem to get away from crying babies or unruly children. Ones who kick my seat the whole flight, the ones who need an infinite amount of diaper changes (and the parents think its ok to do so on the tray table....ewwwww?????!!!). Oh and there are the parents who weigh 300 pounds and don't think they should buy a seat for their 2 year old. 2 year old children are NOT lap children.

So I'm reading CNN.com this morning and I come across this article, which I think you should read before responding to what I will inevitably ask you all.

 Fly and cry

Read it? Okay good. So I TOTALLY get it. I can be sympathetic and I definitely don't have a problem with the parents that really do try to calm the child down. I'm usually wrapped up in a book, my iPod, or my own fear of the plane crashing, that I'm not always paying attention to the wailing child in the back. The problem is, I've come across parents who just let the child cry, kick, and throw tantrums. The parents who EXPECT 200 other passengers to just suck it up and be ok with a crying infant. So maybe my biggest problem is that I (the childless passenger) should be expected to not have a problem with 2 1/2 hours of continuous crying, because, well, babies cry right? On the other hand, I DON'T agree with the other extreme, where everyone else thinks babies should just be banned from "..planes, movie theaters, restaurants, and any other public place for that matter." Uh hello? That's too much. I may joke about that, but in all seriousness, people with children have the right to go out and live a LIFE. Do WE expect them then to just sit at home in the dark caring for a crying child?

I think it comes down to compromise. Please don't allow your child to kick my seat on a full flight when I just want to enjoy my InStyle magazine and if I see that you're trying to calm the kid, then I can definitely be more sympathetic. If you aren't, I WILL say something and it will probably piss you off. But I feel that it's fair. That's really only on a plane, where I can't get off and take the next one (like a bus or train) or sit somewhere else in a restaurant if it was THAT bad.

What do you guys think about this? Do you fall in either extreme?

The Adventures of Lenti Losch #5

I can't wait to have a soda again. I just want a Sprite even, I don't need the dark soda with the caffeine. I'll take a Sprite. Lemon-lime....bubbles....mmmmm.

I'm also writing more notes. I'm not even half-way there, and I totally did NOTHING last weekend, but I'm trying to move myself. Motivate myself. Everyone likes something about 40 different people right? I'm starting to wonder if I actually do.....hmmm. I at least think I know 10 people with 4 different things about them that I can write. Right? Jah jah. You're down with it.

I don't know why, but Lent just isn't feeling me this year. Or maybe I'm not feeling it. Which is bad. I totally chose to be Catholic so I need to figure this out.

The Random Moments

Last night after getting an awesome soul food dinner, ManLosch and I were driving back home and I started talking about my grandmother and all of the random things she likes to say. I then remembered, very clearly, the moment where she denounced Catholicism in front of ManLosch and myself. ManLosch and I had been dating about 8 months at that point and she was talking about the priests who had "bad-touched" the little boys, which led her to say how horrible Catholics were. She did not know that ManLosch was Catholic. So I said, "Uhhh, Grammie. Ryan is Catholic." We sat there in silence. She said, "Oh well, they ALL aren't bad, but I mean, you can't ignore the little boys."

Those kinds of moments I remember very clearly; like the facial expressions, the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach, just EVERYTHING about it. It's a random moment, but I remember it very clearly. We all have those kinds of memories. Here are just a few more very clear memories I have:

• Coming back from my first off campus party in my freshman year of college, drunk, in lust, and peeing in the bushes outside of the Wellness Center because I couldn't hold it anymore.
• My first UM vs. FSU football game. Wide Right. It felt like 100 degrees out in my band uniform. I remember that being my first noon game in Miami in polyester. I nearly fainted from dehydration. I can still feel the sticky t-shirt on my back, waiting for the bus to come, laying in someone's lap after the game because I felt so horrible.
• My baptism, confirmation, and First Communion as an adult. My Miami family came out to support me. It's the only time when you get bibles as gifts as an adult.
• The time I fell down the steps of the Merrick Building during the rain with my Burger King breakfast. Luckily the only person who saw me was the cleaning lady and I think she was little too stunned to ask if I was alright. And I fell on my ass. It hurt. Alot.
• The day I picked LoschDog up from his surgery. He hobbled out to me and never looked so happy to see his mama. I honestly cried when I saw him.
• One afternoon in high school where my best friend Marcus found a campaign hat in my mothers closet and decided to wear it to the store. While crossing a bridge, he pretended to wave and people started honking. They thought he was seriously campaigning.

And I'd totally share more, except my laptop is a piece of crap and it took me a REAL long time to post this. What other moments do you remember like yesterday?

Gorgeous Weather

It's 10:17am. I refuse to stay in today, therefore, I'm going out to enjoy this beautiful weather. If you're in the Northeast, you should too! So go out, soak up the sun while we have it, and then come back and tell me what you did today, okay?

Have a beautiful, sunshiney day. :-)

Who Wins?

I was on the bus coming from Harvard Square tonight with ManLosch. It was full, not packed. There were some empty seats in the back. Well in the back there was an older woman sitting and a younger woman with her iPod on and it was REALLY loud. All of a sudden, the older woman turned to the younger woman and says, "Excuse me but can you PLEASE turn that down? Miss? Miss? Can you please turn it down?" The younger woman says "Uhh." The older woman says "I have a really bad headache and your music is too loud." The younger woman says, "Well why don't you just sit over there in THAT seat?" The older woman says, "Because I'm sitting here. I'm not moving."

I think the younger woman turned it down very little. So I asked ManLosch what he thought when we got off the bus. I said, "Who do you think wins? The woman who had the headache or the iPod wearer?" He said,"I side more with the woman with the headache, but only because I don't like obnoxious music that's really loud when I'm on the bus." I said, "Well aren't they BOTH being a little pretentious? Because I think of it this way: if I were the iPod wearer, I honestly wouldn't care that she had a headache, sounds like a personal problem. But on the other hand, there's the rule for the T that says you can't disturb other people with loud music, etc. I get both sides." I think in the end though, I agree with ManLosch. I've also been the victim of someone listening to their iPod WAY too loud and it was super annoying especially when I can't hear my own music.

So what do you think? Who wins?

The Break-Up, Part Trois

Regular yoga night tonight! I got a nice spot in the back. A girl who seemed normal enough placed her mat next to mine. After about 15 minutes, I said to myself "What's that smell??" It seemed to go away for awhile. Then it came back, so I'm like really..wtf is that smell?

Oh hey, I recognize that smell. It's that all too familiar scent of alcohol and shame. The whore next to me had come to yoga from her Saint Patty's Day festivities. Barf. Thanks for that. Shortly thereafter in Extended Child's Pose:, I heard another woman groan to Jill(yoga instructor), "How did you know I needed that? Oooooo.....oh yea....mmmmmmm" WTF?! She just helped her fit into the pose better but instead she sounded as if she were having the world's best orgasm (yea I was a tad jealous).

It's ok, I had my chance soon thereafter. During Pigeon Pose, I needed a better place to rest my head. She walked around and told me in the most soothing voice "You can already place your head on the floor, always do what is comfortable for you" and she totally rubbed my back. In that moment, I totally fell in love with my yoga teacher. I imagined bringing her home and introducing her to ManLosch as my new lady lover ("ManLosch meet Jill. We fell in love during Pigeon Pose) and then realized that I wasn't in love so much as really relaxed. After having a REAL good session tonight, she ends with "Namaste" and then busts out with the information that this will be her last yoga class at the BSC.

WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! Huh? Wait, Jill. C'mon. Let's talk about this. I-I thought we had a connection! She then said that she got a full time job so she won't be able to teach the class anymore, but took our email addresses for a possible retreat and may teach a class in the future. I was in shock and mad because she's so awesome. She was talking to another woman as I was about to walk out and then waved at me and said "Thanks so much for always coming to my class, did you sign up on my list?" I said yes and asked a few more quick questions but the woman she was talking to was giving me the death stare as if I PURPOSELY interrupted their conversation. Look whore #2, she talked to ME. You aren't the only one in the room.

Why Jill? Why? I'll do anything; I'll come on a different night, I'll even swim in the pool and mess up my hair. All to get you to stay. Please?? :-(

Is The Colonel In???

No he's not, but maybe this man was trying to summon him with his narcotics usage. Oh Kentucky, you never cease to amaze....

Drunk, High Dad leaves baby in oven....

Useless...Useless I Tell Ya

So I made it to Best Buy tonight to have the Geek Squad look at my laptop and maybe give me an estimate. We roll on in (ManLosch and I) and he says "My network adapter on this laptop stopped working all of a sudden. It's inside the laptop and we were wondering if you could perhaps give us an estimate or a better idea of what's going on." The guy says "No. We would have to send it out off site so it's up the service repair center."

Aren't YA'LL the Geek Squad? To fix shit? And then even after we said "Really? You can't give us an ESTIMATE?" you still said "No." Not to mention the phone was ringing and you seemed real hell bent on getting that call. Was it your hooker for the night?

So after we left Best Buy, we went to MicroCenter. For you Floridians, it's a little like BrandsMart. When we walked in.....HOLY "40 Year Old Virgin." We went to repairs to see what they could tell us. She was REAL strange, but at least she said that if they were to check my laptop in, they'd have to charge me the initial $70 diagnostic thing..then it'd probably be about $300-and thats about when I stopped listening. $300 to fix my laptop. So after Wednesday Adams stopped talking about the ridic price to fix my laptop, she at least DID offer the temporary solution of using a wireless USB adapter. We walked over to the "Communications Department" and found one fairly cheap with Frodo's help (oh god i'm awful). We walked over to the laptops just to take a look and I swear all I could hear was "OH go fuck a goat!!!!" (if you've seen 40 Year Old Virgin....you get it). We checked out and I kicked Ryan in excitement. Because the guy at the other register was TOTALLY the bald black guy from the movie (Romany Malco). It was nothing short of amazing.

The verdict? I'm looking into new laptops. Sigh.

It CAN Get Worse...

...but it sure doesn't feel like it. Besides all my other personal shit, my laptop refuses to work. I tried to get an estimate on fixing it, and the guy was less than helpful.

I also don't like dealing with difficult applicants (all 3 of you) before 9:30 in the morning. Needless to say, my day is going SWIMMINGLY. Could you tell????

It could totally get worse though, and like the pessimistic person I am, I have my life preserver hanging up nearby, just waiting for the next bad thing. :-(

Grub Gone Blue-ish

I didn't blog about the Grub Gone...Blue event from Friday evening. I had an amazing time. I took my friend DiDi, as you needed tickets for the event. It was for the contest I entered and the two winners got to read their entries. No I didn't win, but hey, writing is about rejection. I was thrilled with myself that I actually submitted an entry. I feel like it's a great step forward.

The winners read (which I thought were so-so), and a few others read. Then Diana Joseph, author of "I'm Sorry You Feel That Way" read from that book. What's even more awesome about that is that I have that book on my bookshelf and it's waiting to be read. I'm just sad that I didn't have the book with me for her to sign. The room was PACKED but DiDi and I crammed ourselves on the floor by the open window and sucked it up. After those readings, there was a break (not to mention beer and snacks) before the Open Mic portion. DiDi and I decided to stick around for some of the Open Mic readings and met a guy named Jameson. Who meets people named Jameson?? WE DO. At writer's events. :-)

The Open Mic? WAS HORRRRRIBLE. OMG. DiDi and I had to do everything from choking on our own vomit. Ok, it wasn't that bad. But it was a wonderful wake up call; to never read work out loud unless it's been read over by at LEAST one other person. I think Open Mic's are great because it's an informal way to workshop your work out loud, but still. That doesn't mean everything is great. DiDi looked at my beer and said, "Oh my God, you aren't finished yet...I don't know how much more of this I can take" in between laughs. So I downed the rest of it and we laughed and talked Open Mic and writing on the walk to the T and on the T ride home. DiDi confirmed that my writing was way better than the Open Mic stuff and it felt good. I smiled on the inside and I'm still smiling.

Awesome night ya'll.

The Adventures of Lenti Losch #4

This Lent, I feel has been uneventful. I haven't been drinking soda. Some days I've been ok and others I haven't.Since Sunday's are not considered part of Lent, I had an apple soda last Sunday. I only drank about half of it (and it wasn't Lift...it was Goya...and it wasn't very good). So I went back to iced tea. Maybe my overall indifference has been good for me. I don't know. It's still not helping with my complexion though, so I'm not happy with that. I ain't givin up soda for NOTHIN here.

I have also written one note. I'm SO behind on this and I'm going to push myself into high gear this weekend and write a few.

I'm going to an event tonight where I THINK small appetizers will be served and it might take everything in me to not try one, as I guarantee they won't be fish appetizers. Effin Fish Fridays.

Anyway, a little off topic, I did post a one or two line blog about the new look of the blog, but no one really responded (well not on here anyway). And I never gave credit to the person who helped me out with the header photo. It's a few pictures that I had taken myself and that he used to create the header with his art skillz, bowstaff skillz, and computer hacking skillz (thanks Napoleon). So thanks Craig, for helping me out. I'm officially pimping out his services for all your HTML and design needs, however, since I'm the one pimping, I do get a share of this. Feel free to check out his photos on Flickr, with the provided link (because how else would you know where to find his photos? Duh.).

Wait, WHAT?

I got this event invitation on Facebook (yea yea, I'm on Facebook, shut up). I couldn't NOT share this. 


Some people, no matter where you are, will invite you to events. Sometimes it's a club event, sometimes it's just something going on. Because they don't look to really see WHERE we all live, they invite their entire friend list. So I got invited to a garage sale in Miami for this Saturday. The proceeds go to a little girl who is trying out for "Little Miss Fashionette." The little girl's name? N'Maya. Mmmhmm.


What are they selling? Oh just the usual shit. Leather jackets, Coach purses, Laptops, Breast Pumps, Key-WAIT WHAT? Did I just say Breast Pumps????? WHO RE-SELLS A BREAST PUMP PEOPLE?! Isn't that...weird? Okay, look I ain't got no kids. Maybe this shit is acceptable. BUT, I can damn sure REASSURE you all that I would NEVER use someone else's overworked crusty breast pump.


That is all.

Power Up

To fully maximize my gym membership, I manned up and went to a yoga class tonight (yep..it's totally Monday...not my normal day, which means I'm awesome). It was Power Yoga. I came home first and then went back out. I got there 15 minutes early because there was no class before this one and I figured I would be able to get my space in the back.

WRONG.

This class was almost full at 7:15 and it didn't start until 7:30. So I took a spot on the side by the door. In walks the yoga instructor...buff Juan Marco Polo Sanchez the 18th. I dunno, but DAMN LADIES. He had this accent that sounded like "Eeeneejuan new to a-yoga? Eeeneejuan new to my claaaass?" I raised my hand for the class part. He smiled and said he would pay extra attention to me (holler). I mean, the poses weren't anything new, so I was ready to try something more intermediate to advanced. And these mothereffers weren't playin around. Juan Polo wore like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shoes.

I wanted to scream out "It's easy for you because you're buff times eight!!" but I didn't. Instead, I just got the workout of a lifetime (and the girl next to me? she totally farted while doing elevated knee to elbow crunches). Marco Juan came over and helped me a little too (shaaaa-WHHHAAAT?). All in all.....I actually liked it. Even though it was longer than usual at an hour and ten minutes as opposed to the fifty minutes, I really feel like I challenged my mind and body tonight.

Now back to the compress on my shoulders.....

We Takin' Over!!

• Me: (as "Precious" wins something)Do you see how they keep showing all the black people in attendance after someone wins for "Precious?".
• ManLosch: Haha! You're so awful. But yea.
• Me: (as Mo'Nique wins for "Precious") Now THAS' whats up! Black people are taking over the Oscars. Fuck yea!
• ManLosch: This coming from the girl reading "Martha Stewart: Living" while watching the Oscars..
• Me: Shut up. It was free. Hmpmh.

Sale at The Gap

OMG...so it's not so much a sale, but you will be doing a great thing while getting something great in the meantime!

The Gap is recycling old jeans! They don't have to be Gap jeans either. They can be ANNNNNY brand of jeans. You bring them in and you get 30% off your purchase of a new pair of jeans! You also get 35% off if you use your Gap card!! They use the recycled jeans for eco-friendly insulation on new houses.

You know you wanna go get you some new jeans while saving the planet. Mmmmhmmmm.

Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts

So after nearly strangling the taxi driver who didn't know where the ICA was....we made it to see the Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts. I saw the advertisement for it on Sunday when we were at the ICA, and I was interested because normally, you don't ever see these things. Because I'm not a very good reviewer, you will get the Lexi version of my review of each nominee:

French Roast: Eh. This one was about a guy who is in a coffee shop and he realizes he lost his wallet, so to avoid the bill, he just orders more coffee. Mmmmmmyeaaaaa. Wasn't that funny.

The Lady and The Reaper (La Dama y La Muerte): This one was real cute. An old lady is ready to die to meet her hubby in heaven. She actually dies and the reaper comes to get her, but she ends up in the hospital where the doctor saves her life. The cartoon is about the reaper and the doctor both fighting to get her soul. It's pretty awesome and funny.

Wallace and Gromit: A Matter of Loaf and Death: This was funny. This was the longest animated short (at roughly 30 minutes). Wallace falls in love with some psycho woman and Gromit saves him (that's pretty much it). It was funny. A liiiitle adult humor, but otherwise, nothing that made me get out of my seat to clap. This might win off of reputation alone. It's familiar. People are at least aware of the Wallace and Gromit animations, even if they've never seen them.

Granny O'Grimm's Sleeping Beauty: Now I loved this one. A little old grandmother tells her version of Sleeping Beauty to her grandchild. It's pretty hilarious.

Logorama: First, there was a warning it started about violence and adult language and situations. The warning was up there for like 10 minutes (Lexaggeration of course....oh yea, btw...that's my new word). Once it started though, I thought it was amazing. It was a great way to show how commercialism is killing off our society. BUT I could also understand why someone might think it's overkill. This is a possible winner I think.

Now I don't do predictions. I don't know what's going to win. But MY PERSONAL two faves were Logorama and Granny O'Grimm. Good stuff. It was a fun night last night.

The Adventures of Lenti Losch #3

Fuck, I just want a soda.

Barnes and Noble Can Kiss My Ass

I go to Barnes and Noble because I have a membership there. I placed something on hold, something to help me with my writing. When you place something on hold, you can pick it up in the store after they send you the confirmation email that they have it and it's ready.

So I placed something on reserve and this is what I received:

So heeeey bitches, I went to get my shit in Framingham the next day. They told me they reserved a copy in my name and they were holding it for me. I arrive, try to pick it up, and whaddaya know? It's the WRONG thing. So I say, "This isn't what I put on hold." I showed them that the hold paper THEY printed out and wrapped around the item didn't even match. She says, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Hold on while we go get the right thing." She disappears and returns a few minutes later to tell me THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY. How the fuck was I able to reserve it then, when it said it was in stock?? So she says, "The Burlington store has it. I'm so sorry. You can buy it there." ManLosch and I get in the car and drive to Burlington from Framingham. We get there and we ask the woman at the Customer Service desk for it (after we told her what happened); because she was 8/10th's retarded, it took her 10 minutes to actually find it in the system; she said they had it, she disappeared to get it, and came back and said they didn't have any.

WHHAAAAT?! I gave her the look of death and as I was walking out, she said, "I can order it for you..." I said, "No thanks."

I sent an email to Barnes and Noble because I was pissed off and it was very detailed about how I thought it was ridiculous that it said it was in stock, AND someone physically placed it on hold. They finally emailed me back, 5 days later.....

"Dear Alexis Losch,
Thank you for your email regarding the "Pick Me Up" feature on the
Barnes & Noble website.  Please accept our sincere apologies that your
experience was a disappointing one.  

Our website asks that our customers contact the store prior to their
visit to verify availability, as our inventory changes frequently.
Besides ensuring that the item can be reserved, the Bookseller can
immediately place the item at the register area, under your name, for
three business days.

We are always looking for ways to enhance customer service in our
stores, and we assure you that we will keep your feedback in mind as we
review the services they provide.

We value your patronage and hope to see you in our stores again soon.


Sincerely,

Enchantia "

Please check the second paragraph. They ask that I call the store prior to picking it up to ensure its availability. ISN'T THAT WHAT PLACING IT ON HOLD IS FOR?! So I place it on hold and I wait for an email. I got the email which means a person physically went to grab what I wanted/what I reserved, printed the paper, and wrapped the paper around the box with a rubber band. Which means that I shouldn't have to call beforehand...because an actual person...put it...on...hold. Right. And the best part? Her name is ENCHANTIA. WHO THE FUCK?! This is how I know this is some bullshit. Thanks Enchantia for your not so accurate email.

Thanks Barnes and Noble. You can take your "Pick Me Up" feature and shove it up Enchantia's enchanted ass.

Bitches!!!!

STOP CLAPPING AT THE END OF YOGA!!!!!!
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The Hour of My Discontent

I had an ATROCIOUS day today. Atrocious is light too. Whatever is worse than atrocious is what my day was today.

So I got home today, spouting alot of obscenities and realized that I needed to do something to take my mind off the day. I decided to do an activity I found on one of my favorite websites Soul Pancake. The activity is to take a page from a newspaper, magazine, or book (or book you wish you never read) and find a poem in it. You're basically crossing out lines until you find what you're looking for. Here is what mine looked like:

Here is the poem that I found in this article:

In the upcoming scenes

There are heartbreaking questions about creative exploitation

You were interesting, actually

Tricky, involved, a narcissist

I wasn't happy.

Hyper-aware about one person's perspective

Playing became performing;

it's our story.

Central to playing ourselves, monogamy overcoming emotions

Spoken, articulate, too pretentious

Torture was so damaging.