I was at my friend’s house today, watching some VH1 show about Michael Jackson fanatics. There was this one sixty year old grandma who said that after her mother died, she was on the verge of suicide until she heard some molesting makeup man, ’scuse me, Michael Jackson song that opened her eyes to the world.

She also said, and I quote, “If I hadn’t heard that song, I’d be in the same grave as my mother!”

What the heck.

(on a side note, I borrowed my friend’s Pet Shop Boys CD and my little sister is giving me looks for listening to it. C’mon, it’s 80’s emo!)