Thriller, Thriller Night.

I love- love - love my friend Lori. She is an amazing, classy, funny, beautiful woman and I know that we were destined to be friends. One of the best friends that I have. Our paths almost crossed many times before we actually met, in college, my freshman year.

One of the first things Lor told me about herself was that she took break dancing lessons when she was younger. I was impressed. All I did was make up gymnastics routines to "Thriller" when I was six, in my leotard at Jonie Boyd's house after school. She told me that all you had to have was "a card board box and one sparkly glove like Michael Jackson," I started rollin' (laughing) -- who makes up this crap!??! Genius! (The story was false but the laugh was REAL!) I knew we would have many more laughs to come and we have because we are the funniest people we know. Also, I always think of Lori anytime the Prince of Pop -- or wait? Is he the King of Pop? Is Bobby Brown the Prince of Pop? Or is Elton John the King.. no -- he's the Queen of Pop. Well, whenever I hear Michael Jackson -- I think of Miss Lori and it brings a smile to my face and a vision of her breakin' in the middle of Seattle Center with all of the cool breaker kids.

It was no surprise to me that Lor called me Tuesday to tell me that she had just purchased Thriller 25th Year Edition at Costco that night.. and on the heel of the Lunar eclipse. If that isn't Thriller Night, I don't know what is. You can't front on that.

It made me think.. when people think of me.. does a song ring in their head. Does Justin Timberlake pulse in their veins? Maybe a little Janet, Miss Jackson (if you're nasty), Coldplay?

I was a junior the year Kurt Cobain died.. I listened to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains.. it was just mandatory back then. All the cool kids did it, but did I love it or was it just my need to fit in? I thought listening to pop music was uncool. I just wanted to be cool. Not that I don't love me some Rage Against The Machine, Sublime, Jane's Addiction (yeah-yer!) and the Beasties. Anyway, now I love pop.. (again) maybe it just makes me feel good and happy and silly and I am not an angsty 17-year old. Am I cooler for liking British Pop? Jury is still out on that one.

Did I mention I have step throat and I am going crazy doing nothing.. so there will be no spell check or anything.. deal.

My Pop Song of the Moment : Jordin Sparks (can't get more poppy than A.I.) and Chris Brown (such talent) - No Air

Finally, right!?

Here it goes. I am blogging.

*Blog Disclaimer* Run-on sentences are my life. I am just sayin'. I am putting it all out there. Feel free to correct my grammar. I am completely cool with that.

It was recently brought to my attention that I can be really, really funny. I agree. So I thought that I could meet my secret need to write.

Even though I may have one person read my blog.. that's okay.. I'll deal. Although, a cult following would be nice.

I am going to watch How I Met Your Mother (repeat. sad.) - - Writer's Strike Over. ... Hallelujah!