Freaks Part Deux: The Enabling; or, How I learned to stop worrying and love High School Musical

I have come to a conclusion. It's not my fault. People feed my sickness. Yes, as you can see, it's not an illusion. No, it's my life-size cardboard cutout of Troy Bolton in his prom tux! And no, I didn't buy it myself. It was a gift, as was almost every other HSM thing I own. So who's more of a freak-the people who bought me this, or me, for being freakishly excited? It's hard to say. But I will just say, I'm grateful. I love all my HSM stuff, and it brings joy to my sad, shriveled little soul. Plus, doesn't he just look swell in my room? He's guarding the window seat! And he's only freaked me out 4 or 5 times! After that, I got used to having a strange man standing in my room. He looks dashing and probably scares off intruders. So thanks, lovely former roomies! And thanks to everyone else who has ever fed my obsession. In closing, I'd like to mention two other HSM things that were left out of my last post--my HSM Uno (how could I forget you? The mind reels); and my newest acquisition--my HSM watch. In my defense, my old watch died a tragic death last week, and this watch was by far the cheapest one at the Wally World. Also, it was cute. Good times.