I have a terrible time trying to hold back, because I want to just start singing so badly. But, oh, what a thrill I get to see the characters just break into song. The whole thing just gives me chills and goosebumps, the kind that make the nipples perk up. I love that. I have always said that they should hold driving tests at Wal-Mart or the supermarket on a crowded day, with carts instead of cars.
Winter means sore hands, and fingertips warmed by the ol' laptop.
In a day of shopping that felt mostly like death, we were leaving the parking lot when I saw Syrus, from Real World Boston, on a cellphone, sauntering up to Target. It was definitely him. The one who dated the mother from the shelter. Brought a lot of girls to the firehouse. That's about all I'm going to admit to knowing.