I watched WWE wrestling on Sunday night... It was a "Royal Rumble." See, I used to be obsessed with wrestling, and everytime I revisit my old obsession I begin to appreciate wrestling even more. Some of my old obsessions, like large bangs, do seem "old" and "tired" and "ugly" as I get older. But not wrestling. I loved watching the freaky big men head-butt the little men. But it isn't really an obsession you can really, like, obsess, over. Noone will know what the fuck you are talking about. Shawn Williams? Khali? Crack? I don't care. I can handle it. It's better than being obsessed with Corey Haim, who won't even reply to my Myspace friend request. [And I FUCKING PURCHASED "BLOWN AWAY"!]