I used to enjoy listening to Josh Groban. After all, he does have a nice voice and sings a wide range of music.

This was before I knew he was gay, before I noticed that all his groupies were annoying (is there such a thing as non-annoying groupies?) and before I ever heard Katie Wolf perform it.

If you ever want a scarring association with this song, try watching a chunky "soprano" warble to what USED to be your favorite song. Clad in a maroon stretch velvet dress with gaudy gilt trim, everytime she would take a shrieking breath the results were left quivering all over the stage.

As she oozed out of her dress, waved her arms dramtically and scraped the high notes I thought "Why is it that people perform very, very famous songs by very, very talented people? Knowing perfectly well they will not be able to do it justice?". But I charitably clapped at the end of her performance hoping to never hear her sing that song again.

But, I did. When she collected the top talent award she crooned through another two minute rendition. TOP TALENT AWARD FOR SCREECHING OFF KEY IN A UGLY DRESS AND SCARRING ME FOR LIFE! There is truly no justice in this world.

To compoud the pain of my soul, everytime that song comes on the radio, my skin crawls, my ears bleed and I pray:



"Dear God, please strike her dead before Miss Delaware 2005."