Dear Sally,

I just busted out a "hellbitches 10,000." Not 2,000, but TEN THOUSAND! Why? I downed one too many graham crackers and felt a little bloated.

Love,
Felicity

(And so ends a post no one will understand or find funny except one Sue Logris. Suck on that, Internets!)

Kelly Singing Breakaway 10 Feet in Front of Me

Kelly Singing Breakaway 10 Feet in Front of Me
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She surprised the audience by coming out to perform Breakaway and the beginning of Since U Been Gone. Where did she wind up? TEN FEET IN FRONT OF ME. The best part: the two snarky gay dudes sitting next to us missed the whole thing. Right before this she did a new song, so they scooted past us saying something to the effect of "new song, eh, time to hit to bar." Fast forward three minutes. Hahahaha. Suckas.

The highlights of the show: Kelly was in great voice, the people watching - from the little girls in their homemade shirts to the bitchy gaybois - was first-rate, and Kelly covered a Marc Broussard song, which Ernie and I thought was pretty damn cool.

Here's Ernie's dead-on description of the night.

And here's a video of Because of You - courtesy of my little camera, which previously had only filmed baby cousins crawling around the room.

And here's a snippet of Breakaway, sung, once again, TEN FEET AWAY FROM ME.

Genius

Genius
Originally uploaded by tjdee.

I think everyone I know should either create their own adult middle-school yearbook photo or recruit someone to make one for them. I'mma start it off this weekend.

(Or not. I'm quite fickle and lazy. But really, I think this is ace!)

Saw The Fray last night at the Fillmore. They are greeeeat live. Sort of Ben Folds meets Coldplay. The lead singer has a fantastic voice and the lead guitarist, who also sings really well, is HOT. Alas, I think the drummer might be retarded (and by retarded, I do not mean gay).

The highlight, though, was nonmusical. After the singer of the opening band, Augustana, announced that the bassist was Asian, a girl walking in front of me and my friend Pha looked at Pha, who is Hmong, threw up her hand for a high five and said, "YEAH ASIAN!"

"That's the first time I've ever gotten props for being Asian," a laughing Pha said.

That is sooooo going to be our new greeting.

Goodbye my precious little angel. You will be missed.



Kisses.

Yes, that's right, I think I shall be attending the prom.

On a related note: Have you seen that episode of Sex and the City in which Carrie attends some homo hop prom with Stanford after he finds out that his beloved boyfriend was an escort in a past life. The music, the reconciliation, the dancing by herself. It made me tear up the first (few) time(s) I watched it. Love.

I'm in Colorado, visiting the fam. On the drive from the airport, I learned that a man broke into my uncle's house. When he and his wife went downstairs at 2 a.m. to investigate a noise, they found a middle-aged man just standing, frozen, in the middle of the living room. They freaked, screaming at him and ordering him to leave. He just stood there. CREEPY.

My uncle finally dragged him out of the house and he ran to a car. The next day they found out that he'd done the same thing to some neighbors. It turns out that the guy's wife recently left him, setting him off. Now totally bonkers, he breaks into people's houses looking for her. CREEPY.