Our Lives Were Just Beginning,

Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late

But Mtv Relishes Its Vestigial Role As A Star Maker, So Every Year It Puts All Its Clout Into Making The Vmas The Biggest, Splashiest, Loudest Show-biz Extravaganza Of The Year, Honoring All This Music For Existing, After A Year Of Paying Barely Any Attention To It.

Most Of An Award-show Host's Job Is Showing Up And Keeping A Cool Head And Soldiering Through It, Whether It's The Oscars Or The Hallmark Channel's 'hero Dog Awards.'

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.

Morrissey Was My Mrs. Garrett, The House Mother From The Facts Of Life, A Soothing Adult Figure Giving Me Words Of Wisdom.