I endured less than two minutes of that heinous Barbara Walters special. She was climbing all over the chair and picking at her clothes and doing anything but looking at Walters while she talking like a spastic Valley girl monkey creature. Spastic and annoying and so utterly self-centered it's ridiculous. Most people weren't quite that insufferable at twelve, much less sixteen.

But yes. And yet. *sighs and walks away grumbling about the lousy taste of most people* We know where it's at though, and with that, I'm to happier pastures.