the phantom and me, sort of

i refer to phantom of the opera and watching the 25th anniversary performance filmed at royal albert hall brought back all the memories of the show, the story, the amazing music, the powerful words (some), and the connections with my life, my fantasies, and me... perhaps that is why i ran for an escape and found myself opening email... yes, that is a ridiculous way to escape since i wrote emails to friends yesterday and they whole point of email to friends is to communicate more personally on a one to one level where there is no escape cuz i believe in and actualize completely open honesty and have carefully avoided any sort of completely open deep introspection for a very long time (not including all the secrets i keep from myself {sorta kinda buried under a theatre, if we can consider blogging a theatre, which might kinda sorta related to the previous topic and title, ya know?} by pretending to ignore them when i write them and post them as if they were secrets {search secrets, duh?} in my various blogs, aye?)... yeah, so i found myself in email and received two responses already and doh, what did i expect, aye?... i almost forgot that caring does that...

so why are cranberries so tart?...

narf :}