This weekend someone popped in here searching for 'chicas in thong'. Yes, thong and not thongs. Chicas in thong. The hell? I don't know. I just don't know.
Fucking Fuzzy Happy Bunny Flowers DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!
So, last night I stayed up until 2AM watching Center Stage for no real reason. Just because it's the second greatest movie of 2000. Then this morning I was listening to the soundtrack on my iPod on the way to work. And I was having a little Center Stage dance-off in my head. Seriously. Am I as weird as I think I am? I fear I might be. Is it okay to be this strange? I totally won the dance-off, by the way. And apparently I can now do cool back bend things in my own mind. And I was wearing a darling outfit. And weighed about 120 pounds less than I do outside of my mind. Heh. Now I'm listening to Disney Mania 1. Yes, yes I am. Bite me. Christina Aguilera is singing Reflection now. Just so you know.
Fun Quote from Turnip - "You are assuming there are straight male dancers. I think they are like the unicorn, a lovely fantasy."
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