I sold myself awfully short on that post title. I'm a total goofball. Has that come out yet? Have a done a decent job honestly portraying my goofballness? Jordan has taken to calling me an "odd duck" pretty much any time I do something kooky... which is rather often. I'm quite weird.
That means I also like weird things. I have an affinity for things that are really bad. Mostly because they're extremely amusing, but with some things, a little part of me genuinely enjoys them for what they are...
So when Jordan showed me this glorious cut-out bin find:
I very nearly peed myself. (Nearly.)
Hall. And. Oates. You know, the masterminds behind such hits as "Private Eyes," "I Can't Go For That (No Can Do)," and the most epic of pantydroppers whether or not this song shares your name, "Sara Smile."
That was my attempt at a sexy pose. Obvious fail, but hey, I'm neither Hall *nor* Oates, so what's a girl to do. (Maybe wash her hair a bit more often, for starters...?)
I don't know if it's the catchy, jangly pop hits, Daryl Hall's croon, or John Oates' luxurious mustache, but whatever it is, it delights me in a way reminiscent of being twelve and watching the 'N SYNC Disney Channel special you recorded onto a VHS tape for the fiftieth time that week, and still squealing any time Justin hit a high note.
The proverbial "you," that is. Not me. I didn't do that.
Just kidding, I totally did.
And that's why this post exists.