THE BACKSTREET BOYS ARE ALIVE
Okay. Thoughts and feelings.
Number one: Nick Carter.
Number two: Nick Carter's moves.
Number three: I'm into it? Is that wrong?
Maybe me at twelve is reveling in their comeback because they were a tiny to semi large part of my discman's regular playlist.
Maybe I'm just into it.
The funky ones got kinda attractive. Maybe the Backstreet Boys are like a fine wine.
ALSO NICK CARTER'S DANCE MOVES.
Nick Carter, you do you.
I have this intense group of lady friends. They're individually and collectively the tits. We're all pretty into each other. Some of them have large glasses and they all have big dreams. We've loved each other for a while.
One just emailed me to inform me that she was watching 13 Going on 30. When I was 18 I ran away to her house (granted I was legally an adult but I was still living with my parents in all my hormoney splendor).
It reminded me of the simple truth that Pat Benetar and PJ's can just do a sister right.
Yeah I said that.
No, I won't take it back.
As can Mark Ruffalo's face.
I am an optimist.