The worst part about loving musicals is there’s so few people out there who you can talk about them with and, even worse, the ones who do want to talk about them are all theater kids
the other day i had a patient whose eye pressures were 6 and 7 and i jokingly was like “haha they were 6 7” and he was like “i don’t know what that means” so i briefly explained 6 7 and he was like “no i uh, meant eye pressures”
i’ve had a sneaking suspicion that i have an unshapely/no ass and i just recorded a slow motion video of me jumping and shaking my ass to test it and what i saw looked like an artist’s rendition of the inside of prince philip’s casket when the hearse hit a speed bump
me: caesar! you have conquered all lands. none stand before you. what will you do now?
caesar: i think... i will invent a salad
me: what will you call it, your glory?
caesar: julius's salad
me: close
caesar: julius's epic salad
having a lot of instruments and not being good at any of them is so funny because im sad right now and trying to take out some feelings on my drums but im sooo ass at the drums so im just like hihat hihat. hihat. hihat hihat. kick. kick hihat