My baby's tied to a chair

You know how sometimes when you're singing for a crowd of Swedes and they get all tipsy off champagne and keep interrupting your flow? Oh, you don't. Well J. Lo does. I wish this story involved heckling. Like senior citizen "Death of a Saleman" dinner theater heckling. But this is good too.

Ever feel like the references on "The O.C." just go over your head? Were you embarrassed when everyone laughed at Kirstin's "cheetoh dust" comment while you were left thinking "cheetoh what?" Well, then this is for you. Also, I might rethink watching "Gilmore Girls", you don't have a fighting chance of picking up what those ladies are putting down.

I want to have Brendan Benson's babies (via goldenfiddle- the story, not the babies comment... "that's me just purely"). But in the meantime, I can just eagerly await his new album, "The Alternative to Love" with the anticipation of a drug addict awaiting a crack delivery. I should completely give up on the analogies.

I'm out.
R.