on michael

thank you, Oprah, for reminding me of my pubescent obsession with Michael Jordan.
thank you for making me so wound up that i cannot concentrate on my lab homework.

thank you for bringing back all my hormonal-teenage-girl fantasies about #23.
thank you for making me see how significant the #23 really is for me. maybe that's why i couldn't leave 23rd street this year.

i need to go buy me some air jordans. good golly gee.