Is it wrong that I'm excited for this?
I always wanted to be a singer/dancer. Unfortunately, I can't sing. Or dance. Or look good in pleather. Back in school, my friends and I were air-band addicts. In the eighth grade, we won $100 each for our rendition of NKOTB's Hangin' Tough. I was Jordan. I fashioned a makeshift rat's tail.
In the eleventh grade, we went to all-city championships with our Janet Jackson medley: Rhythm Nation/That's the Way Love Goes/Love Will Never Do. We wore black jean-jacket vests.
In the twelfth grade, we were the kids from the Sound of Music. Our moms made us sunflower-printed dresses.
Hmm...this could be the reason I would never get picked to be on a show like Pussycat Dolls.
Ah well, at least now I can eat chocolate and watch this from the couch!