Know what I think? (Wait for it, wait for it, okay! NOW! GO! All together now! "No! What do you think, TCWH?" And hurry the hell up because you dragged us out of bed to tell us! You better have good drinks at your barbeque on Saturday! Damnit!) I think little kids are like that little troll in Cat's Eye. Every time you bend down to talk to them or pat them on the head, they suck away some of your energy. Invisibly. And that's why I feel so tired and drained after working a full day at school. I was never this tired when I worked for the 1st Amendment lawyers! I was surrounded by pasties and g-strings and perverts (Oh MY!) And still at the end of the day I went home and worked out. And went to school. Why? No. Little. Kids. They're cute and sweet, and it's a trap.
This woman, Kelis? I've decided she's a closet "The Cure" fan. Her song? Milkshake? Is OBVIOUSLY a tribute to that song that goes "da da da da da...I'm shaking like milk". See the similarity? How could you NOT notice that? It's as plain as the nose on my face. Hey! Do you wonder if Michael Jackson ever uses that saying? He barely has a nose, or a face for that matter. I wonder if when he hears other people say that, it makes him feel sad. Left out. Like he's not allowed to play in any reindeer games.
All right. I'll stop torturing you all. I'm starting to feel like that friend of mine, Chris Shanley. He knew every useless bit of trivia known to man. And how to tell time by looking at the sun only. It was amazing. I have no idea why he dropped out of college. Ummm, yes, I am insinuating that my college degree was awarded on knowledge of useless trivia ONLY.