// an email from my brother paul//

i can’t get whitney houston songs out of my head. i’m trying to go about my day and then i ask myself, “how will i know?” i don’t know if this means i secretly am a huge fan of adult contemporary. i’m thinking all those trips into the dentist listening to magic 106.7 lodged an unexpected love for whitney houston that i’ve somehow managed to suppress for the last twenty some odd years. i mean, do i really like whitney houston? again… “how will i know????”

also while i’m on whitney if i may… she’s been addicted to cocaine for a LONG time. you know how I KNOW? “do you want to dance? say you want to dance? don’t you want to dance?” this sort of manic desperation to party is really saying “i’m a woman who is high on cocaine. do you have some? if so i want to “DANCE” WITH YOU. ALSO I LOVE YOU AND I CANT STOP TALKING AND I WANT TO DANCE WITH SOMEBODY RIGHT NOW ALL THE TIME PLEASE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.”

we should have heard her cries for help in 1987. goddamnit whitney! how did i NOT know?

if i had a blog i would have blogged about this. maybe i should get on the internet…. ugh. that would be too adorkable of me though.

I think it’s pretty clear pauliepants belongs on the internet.