Ten Minutes Ago

I don't quite comprehend how my abrasive, direct, no-nonsense approach to dating can help everyone except myself.

Which brings me to today's subject- Stupid musical love songs.
I love sappy romances as much as the next girl, but when I went to see a production of 'Cinderella' at a local high school I found myself laughing at grossly inappropriate times. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIe2Y5lgahQ I mean how am I supposed to take that song seriously? It's about every cliche in romance story EVER. to quote

"Ten minutes ago, I saw you
I looked up when you came through the door
my head started reeling you gave me the feeling the room had no ceiling or floor.
Ten minutes ago, I met you, and we murmured our how do you dos
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms and sing out the news."

Obsession is not okay kiddies. This isn't Dante's Inferno and you aren't Beatrice bro.

The only person I accept sappy love from is Mr. Frank Sinatra, and that's because he's oh so very pretty. Oh so very *sigh*

Oh wait this is a Broadway blog. My point is, actually I lost track of what my point was. DAMN YOU SINATRA!

I'm going to end this on a good note, Book of Mormon is officially on tour. To bad I'm not in Denver.

Save The Last Dance For Me
Ashton