"It's Like I'm Paranoid Lookin' Over My Back"

Confession time revisited? Yeah, let's do this. Today's topic is celebrity fears and quirky imaginations.

I will confess right here and right now that 50 Cent frightens me. Badly. To the point that I can imagine him coming to kill me. I don't really know why this is, but look at the guy... and I can just see him getting annoyed with something I do, like not buying his CDs or being afraid of him or correcting his grammar, and just killing me with one bare hand.

What gives me hope lies in the fact that I also have an unnatural fear of Avril Lavigne. I know it doesn't make sense now, but wait for it. Okay, so you know how Avril has this really tough image and she talks about beating people up? Yeah, she'd totally catch me off guard in some dark Canadian alleyway (don't ask me what I'm doing in Canada; frankly, I don't know) and work me over. Exceeeeept... she'd be coming to kick me, and would find 50 Cent on the way to my house to enact a scene of mass carnage, and they'd get into a tussle, kill each other, and free me to go about having other irrational fears about celebrities. Perfect, no? I certainly think so.

But that's not all. No, I want to talk about Jay-Z next. I don't believe he would actually shoot someone. I really, truly cannot picture it at all. I mean, look at that face! Aww, he's so cute. So not a killer. Sorry, Jay-Z, you're gonna hafta work harder to impress me. And I KNOW you read this blog. Call me sometime, k?

Right. Is there anyone else I can talk about? Prolly not, so let me close with a little reminscent bit. [Reminiscent Bit] I was thiiiis close to going to Denny's tonight and writing "gummy worms" on the menu. Yeah, it's been a year. I wonder if it's raining in Baltimore right now. [/Reminiscent Bit]

I need help.