They say to confess is to release a burden from your soul. And so, I find I must confess.
I watched Xanadu last night.
No, it gets worse.
After that, I ended up turning on Lawrence Welk. And I didn't just pause on it while surfing, I went past it and went back. Intentionally.
And then Spongebob.
Oh, God, and then The Worlds Strictest Parents.
What is wrong with me?
If I tune in Hannah Montana, I'm going to have to get rid of my cable, clearly having violated my TV-watching privileges.
Damn you, Olivia Newton-John and your 80's version of hammer pants and feathered hair and lip gloss!
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