sexyscholar | May. 27th, 2005

Who the hell came up with this idea?

An album of medleys of songs written other, more talented artists...perform by a group of never-heard-ofs and setting them all to a DISCO beat.

And why was I totally chair-dancing to that sheeeyit?

I choose to blame the hormones.

Remember Chef Boyardee ravioli? Remember how slimy that sheeeyit was? Mushy pasta. Weird not-quite-beef-but-close-enough-tasting meat(?). In a tomato-like sauce that wasn't salty, but wasn't sweet? And it wasn't exactly good...but it wasn't exactly bad either? It's one of those things most folks swear off once they hit 18. Like ketchup sammiches. You'd look at it now and go, "Dude...that is NASTEH."

Why is it the best tasting thing on a planet today?

I will continue to choose to blame the hormones.

And Ron/Draco fanfic is running my life.

OTP.

I make the decision to continue continuing to choose to blame the hormones.