Despite the rave reviews and hysteria surrounding Fox’s new show Glee, I don’t like it.
I don’t love it.
I am fucking obsessed with it.
I ignored it. Then it caught my eye.
All those rumors. Would it be as wonderful as everyone said or would all those sweet nothings that have been whispered in my ear be only lies, dirty ugly lies?
But they weren’t lies.
And now I want to tell Glee, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
And then I want to invite Glee out on a date, get it nice and sauced on a good Shiraz and then convince Glee that it really should stay over instead of going home tonight. Friends don’t let awesome television shows drive drunk, right?
Basically I want to make sweet, sweet love with Glee and make tons of tiny little Glee babies.
Because that show fucking rocks!
Song title: Glee by Honeydogs
