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Wednesday, July 27
When I was 5 years old, I used to think that Dirty Dancing was a film about dancing in mud. I swear.
If Ellen wasn't a lesbian, I'd date her.
I can play songs with a standard touchpad telephone. I can play classics from "Frankenstein" to modern hitZ like "I'm Not a Girl (Not Yet a Woman)". I was bored on hold one day with technical support, and I figured out the first five notes on a major scale through the phone. I'm proud of myself.
I really think about J.K. Rowling passing away frequently nowadays. That's not good.
One time, at the movie theatre, the fire alarm went off. I was the only one in the whole theatre who nearly left through the emergency exit. Everyone laughed, but I looked at it this way: If the place were REALLY on fire, who would be laughing? ME, BECAUSE THEY'D ALL BE DEAD.
Sometimes, when I can't go to sleep, I sing theme songs from really obscure sitcoms.
Today, I'm going to buy my ticket to see HUEY LEWIS AND THE [fucking] NEWS. YOU KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS. It's going to be GREAT! And totally awesome! The Girlfriend and I are big fans. We'll be up front singing "I AM HAPPY TO BE STUCK WITH YOU" and never mention it to anyone. Except here. For 200 readers around the world. THAT'S a confession.
There, now it's your turn.