Name-dropping annoys me. Same goes for the person who goes on and on about himself and can’t seem to stop. Ooh, he has an agent, and he just dropped his first album, and he trains as a powerlifter at a gym that has 3 floors and equipment imported from Italy.
Please let us leave. Sure, some of my discomfort might come from envy rearing its ugly head, but not much of it.
Saw Wicked recently. I never realized how political it is, a thinly disguised commentary on Trumpism that might well get it banned in the coming years.
Good show. It was great to hear that music again.
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