OHMYGOD the SMITHS! The Boy With The Thorn In His Side!
The only thing when I hear this song that ever appears in my head, is that kid and David Tennant dancing. And Mr. Tennant moving his hips around in very interesting ways. Blackpool, if you're wondering. He's got his lovely Scottish accent in that, 'stead of his pretty British one.

"Rude, and not ginger."

Man, I miss Doctor Who. I watched a few the other day... The Girl In The Fireplace. Decent, but only because he comes in with a tie on his head, and he names the horse Arthur.
I want to name my horse Arthur! But, first I need a horse. Come to think of it, I need a Doctor... Forgive me, my brain is akin to extracted strawberry DNA. In other words, weird, stringy, slimy, cottony, absorbent, and weird shit.

Alright. So, I can't go to Colorado, I've decided. And I told Bill that. Because if I go to Colorado, my fudge will melt. MELT I TELL YOU! And it's a beautiful one. The cake with lots of raspberries... I made the fudge from that...

If my eyes are constantly shutting, am I sleep typing? Because I clearly remember doing all this right now. But it's current tense.... Weird stuff. If you see a blue box, phone me.

(No, really, PHONE ME!)

I don't even know what I just writ, so... yeah.