The Moulin Rouge, thinking like a dog, and shitty pop singers.

I just wasted five minutes of my life watching the Lady Marmalade video.
Apparently beneath this vulnerable, sensitive exterior beats the heart of a frat boy.

In other news, there is one thing that sucks about having a dog, and it is that if you hang out with him for long enough you begin to think like him. Like so:
"A WALK A WALK WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK! I bet I can race you! I bet I can I bet I can! HAH I win! LOOK IT'S A BIRD! Oh it flew away. SCRATCH BEHIND MY EARS! Know what's a great idea? You throwing sticks! Because then I'll run after them and pick them up and bring them back and THEN YOU CAN THROW THEM AGAIN! That'll be fun don'tcha think? FUN! Outside with grass and bugs and wind and OTHER PEOPLE who will TAKE ME FOR WALKS!"
Actually it's rather nice to think like a dog. There's nothing in your head other than "FOOD" and "NAPS" and "PLAY WITH ME!"
(Not that there's generally anything in my head but that anyway, but the point stands.)

In other other news, I want to throw hammers at Jessica Simpson.