sick, sick, sick

daddy's sick. savanna's sick. mommy's getting sick. ugh! luckily, i have found something on tv that peaks my interests. takes me back to a time when i would wake up in my shrine of a bedroom; put on my backpack that paid them tribute; used the notebooks, pens, folders, and fanny-pack adorned with their pictures. i cannot believe it, but yes, new kids on the block are strutting their stuff on vh1. it's hilarious! curiosity has gotten the best of me {not to mention my old obsession} i am in for the long haul. let's just hope the cold medicine isn't too strong and i find myself busting out the dance moves. singing along just can't be helped. . .step by step. oooo baaabey. gonna get to you giiiirrrrl!