It started off innocently enough. It has gotten to the point where I can’t get her out of my head. Its not quite the same obsession I have with Zooey, because P!nk would probably kick my ass if I hit on her, whereas in my fantasy land, Zooey would run off with me and we’d have quirky conversations until we died.

I’m her perfect little punching bag. She needs me. She’s sorry. Sigh.

This one goes out to my partner in crime…

Just close your eyes for 7 minutes and 25 seconds and enjoy this.

I’m. An. Or. Din. Ary. Girl…

Wake up kids
We’ve got the dreamers disease…

Feel the rhythm with your hands
Steal the rhythm while you can

The sun comes up
In a coffee cup…

The arena is empty except for one man,
still driving and striving as fast as he can…

This dance ain’t for everybody…

Only the sexy people.

See?  This is why my generation is the coolest generation ever.  Fuck Elmo, man.  When we were kids, we had STEVIE FUCKING WONDER on Sesame Street.

Why did you have to be?  Fucker.

Because I’m cooler than Q! So there.

…because I sang it at top volume along with the radio on the way back from dropping my kids at school.

I am so cool.

And I’m going to chop the motherfucker down with the edge of my motherfucking hand.

If this song doesn’t move you, you are either dead or you should be.