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Wow!

Just went and saw The Boy From Oz with Mum and Dad. It was amazing.

It wasn't Hugh Jackman on stage pretending to be Peter Allen, it was Peter Allen on stage pretending to be Hugh Jackman pretending to be Peter Allen.

If you get a chance, go see it.

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lilkidrocker
Sep. 5th, 2006 01:42 am (UTC)
Re: ...stumble-age?
Well, it's just me and Ben in the family, so maybe it was someone else's baby at the time. Either that or they're not telling me something.....sketchy...haha.

Glenn visited once when I was pretty young and same with Uncle John and Aunt Cookie. You were the elusive cousin I only ever saw pictures of!

Well, I'd say my universe is pretty sweet at the moment. Starting Grade 12 tomorrow, hoping to go to university for a Music degree. I play in a bunch of bands too, classic rock and ska music and such. Your universe seems pretty sweet as well. It's nice to see I have a cousin who has some things in common with me (which is very flipping rare on the Jones side, might I add).

You wouldn't happen to have msn or something of that sort, do you? Cause it'd be cool to chat when you're online. I've been dying for years to at least TALK to the cousin I've never met, haha.

Either way, hope to chat soon. My email is eborsellino@hotmail.com

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