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I spy a little squirrel. She's poking her big head out from the lonely underground where she has taken emotional refuge for the last several weeks. Surviving on a steady diet of pickles and carrots, she thinks she might be ready for something a little tastier...like a Big Hunk and some Blow Pops. But as her eyes begin to adjust to the bright, bright light - what does she see? 128,000 dead in Myanmar, 40,000 dead in China, honor killings in Jordan, rape in the Congo, home foreclosures up the butt in the U.S., polar bears don't have enough ice, gas...well, whatever, and more than half of Americans are on chronic medications. Nice. On a less depressing note, the Vatican says it's ok to believe in Aliens (they are also God's creatures), just as long as they aren't gay, or protestant. Hillary is on the way out. Poor thing. Desperation isn't attractive on anyone, let alone someone who is already so ugly. And finally, it looks as if Mariah has found love again -- All might be right in the world afterall! So, without hesitation, it's back to the pickles and carrots. The emotionally fragile squirrel is headed underground again...she's not quite ready to spend time with y'all just yet. But, you know, if you've got a cherry blow pop hidden away somewhere that you'd like to share, she would more than likely invite you in for a bit...she likes the apple ones too.

If I were a....

If I were a song, what would I be? A song, a song...which one is me? Today I am "Crank" by Catherine Wheel.