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Mmm, so I'm wondering if I fit the 'thug' description there or the 'political dissident.' At least one is accurate.

Clearly holding food drives is an intimidation tactic now. Who knows what evil men can wreak with canned goods? We could throw them through windows; like Santa with more property destruction. Soon she'll be calling us all dirty Commies. Maybe we should get monogrammed jackets, guys?

By the way, I am actually a clean socialist, so I give you all fair warning.

That bitch Rita can go to hell. I did nothing to him. I've been here. In America. Not Korea.. How could she? I'm grieving goddammit.

Oh hell no.

Where does she live and does she like FIRE?!

Oh my goodness... I'm not. I could never. Oh... I didn't mean to. He's just so nice to me. I'm with Dashie... Oh my goodness.. I'm so upset and frustrated I could just scream.

I went to speak with my publicity agent this morning. There's been talk of me releasing an album. Last week I told them I couldn't sing, but they didn't believe me. They said anything could be fixed with auto-tune.

Well, this morning when I showed up for our meeting (far, far too early in the morning) I burst into song. Like, serious singing. Taylor Swift-style singing. I belted out my greetings and started to sing about how great coffee is (because it is, by the way) and uh...

They decided an album isn't the best thing for me.

I'm not sure how I feel or what's happening right now, but I rather think that I like it.

(Yes, I'm going to be cryptic and let you all take guesses.)

ETA: It's not the music.

I know it's called a Gossip Column for a reason, but I just don't understand how someone can post stuff like that, that isn't even true. And even if it is true, it's no one else's business. I mean first she writes about my family and now my friends. I just wish someone would stop her.

Someone recently mentioned that they were unprepared for April Fool's Day. It brought around the thought that I am just as unprepared. Which is so very unlike me. Usually I have a good one up my sleeve. Shame on me.

Would anyone like to join forces and create the ultimate prank? Any ideas will get the ball rolling. I'm looking at you, tricksters of Orange County.

When weird things happen, my first instinct is to come check this message board. I showed up to work this morning to find the other mechanics singing and dancing around the cars while doing an oil change. Singing? Dancing? Really? Come on, Orange County, this is bizarre, even for you.

You guys don't want to know what rhymes with Carburetor.

Watching my ten year old twins burst out into rap has to be the highlight of my morning.

♪ What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling
My face is flushing - what is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes - loathing! Unadulterated loathing! ♫

Venti Mooooocha, Nonfat, noooo whip, with an extra shot of espressooooo

...was my song this morning. Guess you had to be there.

I don't want to sound overly odd or unusual, but I have to ask...has anyone...burst into song?

Nope. Still can't sing a note.

My sister sounds lovely, though.

Last night, I had the most peaceful dream which for once had nothing to do with memories of previous life. I was back in Scotland. Not in Glasgow, but in the Highlands. The clouds were low over the hills. I felt very close to heaven.

I've seen singing Gaelic folk songs all morning.

This is insane. I'm cutting the rest of my classes and going home. The music department - well - the ENTIRE arts department - is a jumble of chorus lines and ballads and, god help us all, even arias.

I cannot even be here right now. I'm not sure if I'm glad to see it's been happening county-wide or not. At first I thought the voice students were all just being assholes. Guess not.

Can't wait to be safe and sound. Or, I guess, in this case, silent.

If anybody is looking for a family-friendly way to celebrate St. Patrick's day, this coming Sunday is "Go Green" day at the OC Zoo. Admission is free if you bring an empty cardboard box to recycle. Plus, you get to see me, and you know you can't say no to this face. Okay, well, maybe you can, but I bet you can't say no to my finned, furred, and feathered friends!

Unless you're allergic, in which case, you will be missed.

Well that was one of the most interesting business meetings I've been to in...well ever honestly.

Though I do think I may be scarred for life by the image of singing and dancing business men trying to rhyme about investments and current stock exchange positions; 'when looking at our financial assets, we must not forget to enjoy the sunsets' was one particularly unfortunate 'lyric'.

We could be heroes. Just for one day.

This is by far the most amazing thing ever. Nothing's better than waking up in the morning and being greeted by the sight of your boyfriend dancing around the house like Tom Cruise in risky business.

To be blunt, we did a whole lot more than talk about sex, baby.

Speaking of blunt, the shop has been amazing. There's nothing like sitting around singing Sublime songs with my customers.

ETA: embedding is apparently not working.

Something very odd is going on, and this feels like the strange sort of thing that only happens in the OC. Music doesn't just happen. Not like that. It could be something weird, or something fun, but, you know, we don't know. So, well, that means we need to probably figure it out. And fast.

I've got a theory
That it's a demon
A dancing demon - nyehh, something isn't right there...

And in the dream you held a gun.
You killed off all who hurt you,
and left me there the only one
who would not dare desert you.
I'm safe here growing in the shade,
away from all your brightness.

We're feeling a gingers-only karaoke night! Who'll come??

EDIT: TONIGHT. HUNTINGTON BEACH [address] We're STUMBLIN' HOME tonight, mates!

♫ I wanna love you, but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison ♫

So, now that I'm shoving thoughts of that... Chick out of my life. things are a little better. But now I am bored and finished off all my games.

Sis says I need to get out more and stop bugging her while she works on her project for university.

And things that do not involve randomly starting to sing.