I’m already mourning the hours of my life I’m about to lose if NBC gets me hooked on Season 3 next week. But dammit, I love watching hopeful people tell us how they used to live in an apartment full of toxic mold, or used to do crack and now they have AIDS–but now, they live to sing. It takes very little to inspire me, which is why I watch way too much television. Andy Dick may have made me cry on Dancing With The Stars last night. I DON’T KNOW. I feel a lot. It’s why all I do with my time is sit on park benches, watch reality television, and talk to my cat. I literally cannot handle anything else.
But, there was a time when I strived for more. Season 2 of The Voice more. And here’s the video to prove it: