Summer, I can’t believe you played me out like this.
In an effort to ignore the 6 inches of snow that lays all over my yard, I have made a cup of green tea and perched myself in front of my computer. I might be playing Dean Martin’s “Marshmallow World” but that would be inappropriate to share with you.
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The biggest problem this winter storm (in fall) has caused, is it confines me to my house. A confinement that will only feed my addiction. An addiction that seems to be depriving me of sleep and maturity. For the past few months my drug of choice has been YouTube. You heard me correctly, YOUTUBE. Oh yes, I have been well aware of YouTube for much longer than just a few months (please people). What I haven’t been aware of is all its powers and stimulating effects. When I first really started to abuse YouTube I didn’t sleep for a week, literally. How could I? I had every music video I could possibly think of at my finger tips. Plus, the comments, the comments other users would leave entertained me to the point of exhaustion. When I stumbled across amateur films I was a goner.
I understand I’m easily amused, but friends, is there really anything funnier than making a script-less horror flick starring all your buddies and then uploading it to the internet for the entire world to see? No, I think not. The saddest part about this is I really needed YouTube to exist about 15 years ago, because it is really hard to convince any of my current friends to participate in my films.
Ignore this too
Anyway, I’m a YouTube junkie. Hook line and sinker. It started with Billy Idol videos, then it led to other gems which I’m not yet willing to confess I’ve watched. I will say this though, I have developed a little crush on Adam of Maroon 5, and I don’t even like scrawny little pretty boys.
And now, a little treat for you loyal readers (warning: It may start out a little scary for you sissies). If you want to see what drove me to tears last night, and I mean in an ugly gasping for air kind of way, take a peek at this succulent YouTube flick. Don’t call intervention, I will not go to therapy. Besides, I don’t think they have a 10 step program for YouTube users. Amy Winehouse said it best, “They tried to get me to go to rehab, and I said NO, NO, NO”. Amen Amy. Go pop some corn people, you’re in MY WORLD now suckers!
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