Hell is for...
|I know Kacey, I know.|
I am old.
Had a weird nightmare for my troubles. Peeling faces, hallways sucking TGB into a vortex, crappy Super Bowl, and high school cheerleader pyramids collapsing into blood and bones. It was disturbing. I woke up and read Hitchhiker's Guide for an hour.
I never thought Pat Benatar was attractive. I still think she is ridiculously talented and an absolute badass - that voice, holy shit. But I once had a friend get offended because I said she reminded me of Mary Lou Retton (the smile) and she was indignant because, apparently, everyone had always told her she looked like Pat Benatar. Somehow, the latter was a compliment to her.
I guess the smile that lit up America is less preferred to the 837 teeth facing 968 different directions.
Anyway, I am learning to play and sing a Pat Benatar song. I will sing it badly. On a boat full of drunk people in March. They'll be too drunk to know I suck.
I apologize to everyone getting a thank you gift in the coming days for the suckitude of the gift.