Janet Jackson at the Ebony Pre-Oscar party. All right, I'm officially haunted again. Not by her great beauty but by her scariness. Honestly, someone needs to make a law against Jacksons being seen in public. They're all frightening. It doesn't matter how hard they try - they just can't help it anymore. Janet, she's got those manic-yet-vacant eyes, like a serial killer. Seriously, I haven't been this terrified since I was a kid, and my dreams were haunted by a clown named Mr. Pickles. He used to sneak into my room and do horrible things to me with a giant pickle. Of course, later on I discovered that my "dreams" were actually real, that "Mr. Pickles" was really my uncle Bernie, and that the pickle wasn't no pickle...
Friday, February 23, 2007
Janet Jackson, Still Causing Nightmares
Janet Jackson at the Ebony Pre-Oscar party. All right, I'm officially haunted again. Not by her great beauty but by her scariness. Honestly, someone needs to make a law against Jacksons being seen in public. They're all frightening. It doesn't matter how hard they try - they just can't help it anymore. Janet, she's got those manic-yet-vacant eyes, like a serial killer. Seriously, I haven't been this terrified since I was a kid, and my dreams were haunted by a clown named Mr. Pickles. He used to sneak into my room and do horrible things to me with a giant pickle. Of course, later on I discovered that my "dreams" were actually real, that "Mr. Pickles" was really my uncle Bernie, and that the pickle wasn't no pickle...
