would Jesus approve of whips and cracked out marys?

yay for titles, i always forget to put them. maybe it will help you as the reader decide which of these entries you actually want to read.

so lets see, to sum up the past few days, i would say this:

kelley and adam get stranded at a sketch gas station complete with apocalyptic prophets and angie saves the day, yet they still go at it in the back of her car.

beto's a pimp in the hot tub with like ten ladies. then we have a thirty minute convo about makeup at about 3 am and he doesnt seem to mind. (or maybe he does maybe he doesnt)

i get a bad case of "crotchulism" at the little five points rock orchestra's performance of Jesus Christ Superstar.

robyn wants plastic pleasure asap.

i modeled a robe for a catalog and the lady gave me free soap and its reaaallly nice.

haha so yeah anyways about Jesus Christ Superstar, that was some funny stuff. Robyn and i go to this play b/c we want to be cultured people and all. we show up and are pretty much the only people at the roswell cultural art center not wearing motorcycle boots and dog collars. much to our luck we get second row seats so we can really be in on the action. ive never seen the play or movie before , but ive heard good things, so im excited. first thing that happens is three girls, too of which are what i would consider to be overweight for their choice of costume, march out in corsets and boyshorts and fishnets and stripper boots.

im not kidding, i couldnt make this crap up.

much more insanity insued. and no im not exaggerating.

mary magdalene seemed to be high, she kept touching her face like she wasnt sure if it was really there or not and smiling at nothing. and after a last supper of cheap beer and bread, ponchous pilot came out in leather short shorts and a mesh shirt with black lipstick.

i saw waaaaaaaaaaay waaaaaaaaaaay too much of pilot's pilot.

if you know what im sayin.

when Jesus ripped his shirt off and exposed his beer belly and the "guards" (aka: the chicks in the corsets and stripper boots) started whipping him (during which Robyn says she saw some nipple, which i wouldnt doubt, i was too busy whincing at the overall site of it all) and the whole thing just looked like some kind of crazy s and m crap, i knew it was a little much.

i really hope that all the families there with their church-bred homeschooled children were able to take away the true moral lesson that the story of the crucifiction is supposed to depict. like dont let your kids grow up to be in the little five points rock orchestra group, for example.

i love when life is random and you go do this weird thing like go see Jesus and Mary Magdalene get down at the roswell cultural art center.

im listening to the trapeze swinger by iron and wine right now. if you dont know it look it up, its the most amazing song ever. its 9:30 minutes long, and its melody is very repititve, but there's something about it that even the first time you hear it it makes you want to cry. its a beautiful song. but anyways, im listening to it right now, and its bringing everything back. i can almost feel myself driving home on december 19th, it was sunny but cold outside, there was all kinds of icy frost on my car when i headed out that morning and i had to scrape it off with my borders discount card. the night before was the shindig and that night was sarah's christmas party.

its amazing what one song can do. i feel like im there. sometimes i wish i was. i'd do it all over again.

just to do it all over again.