12.08.2007

1998.

I believe that it's 1998 all over again, and let me tell you why.

Britney Spears had the number one album in the country about a month ago and is still queen of the tabloids.
The Spice Girls are playing to sold-out arenas.
Justin Timberlake is on top of the world.
Apparently the Backstreet Boys just came out with a new album.


And I'm going to see Hanson tomorrow night.
I'm so serious.

Comments:
Marc's been watching Futurama commentaries the past few days and one of the commentators mentioned that a writer of Futurama saw Hansen and really liked and respected them as musicians. Like! Respect! What do you know?
 
HANSON!?!@!I@EFHEJI@#JW

OMG! I can not even begin to explain the jealousy brewing up inside of me. Hanson was the love of my tween life.

I think Taylor was the first person of earth who ever made me have dirty thoughts.

And by dirty I mean wanting to make. I didn't know what sex was yet. Or even second base. I can't wait to hear about it! Hopefully Ike has his braces off by now.
 
Make out that is. Not make babies.
 
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