off the hizzle, fo shizzle

so after les mis last night, i've decided that my life will now play out like a musical. i will henceforth argue in song, dance in the street, and fall in love instantly with a boy (as he will with me) and we shall sing together and be married. it could happen. i mean, liza minelli has been married before. granted david guest was a fat, old, gay man.

sweet. wide mouth mason just came on the radio. totally random, but sweet. anyways, this brings up another point. the 'hard-rock' station here in town is weird. or, as goldmember would say, veird. anyhoo - i was listening to the radio this morning, and who should come on but phil collins. and not just any phil colins, but that 'i can hear you calling' song. did i wake up in a world where suddenly that is classified as hard rock? ooh, i long for the days of when the world was normal....where the spice girls ruled and people though ricky martin was heterosexual.

oh. and for something fun, check this out.