Recently,

at work, Meghan asked me this. "Would you rather dance in the rain, feel no pain, or go insane?"
Now I hesitated, considering the fact that I like to think over my options and pick the best response that would suit me. If I pick "feel no pain" that wouldn't be good. Pain is how you learn. If you don't know pain, how do you know pleasure? So I didn't choose that. I'd rather not go insane, because I don't think I'd do well in one of those padded rooms. And those straight jackets are simply dreadful. Plus white would completely wash me out.
So that leaves dance in the rain. The option I probably would have chosen even if I hadn't thought over all of this in my head, and just gone with my gut instinct. Because truly, who doesn't love dancing in the rain? (You? Well you're probably a garden tool anyway.)

That pushed aside, I'd like to talk about Power Rangers.
When I was younger I had two Power Ranger barbies. The pink one, and the yellow one. But I personally think the coolest one is the red one. Yes, the red one is a boy. And yes, I'm a girl. But if I were a Power Ranger, I'd like to be the red one. And I will explain why. The pink one is just lame because it's pink. Pink is a gross color, and wearing an entire suit made up of that color doesn't appeal to me. The yellow one is Asian. I am not Asian, so I couldn't really relate to that color. Red is awesome, and basically the coolest color in the universe. Go red.

Goodness I've run out of topics to talk about.
D-I-N-O-S-A-U-R.