I did a very bad thing.
But in my defense, I was getting high (or is it low?) on Klonopin to help get me to sleep because the abandoned foreclosed house next door has had its smoke alarms beeping incessantly for 5 days straight that we can hear in our bedroom as we lay our heads to sleep.
So really, I blame George W. Bush and the real estate crisis of the late oughts.
Last night while watching The Daily Show and then The Colbert Report, I had my phone in my hand. I don’t normally take my phone to bed, not because the vibrations aren’t strong enough to be of any use, but because I can get myself into trouble when I sleepy-Tweet or Klonopin-post. My phone was in bed with me because I was using a White Noise app to mask the fire alarm beeping from next door.
Really, friends, this whole situation is W’s fault.
In my haze of tiredness, I tweeted and Facebooked this:
I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve seen too much Justin Timberlake thanks to you, Bud Light Platinum.
— Angie (@alotofnothing) March 8, 2013
And thus began a backlash from fellow Justin lovers of epic proportions that have leaked into this morning.
Obviously, my right mind would never say such blasphemous things. My love for All Things Justin Timberlake is boundless. There are no limits to how many times I can be subjected to the same Bud Light Platinum commercial in a 1-hour period. (Of note, I estimate that said commercial was aired approximately 27 times.)
For my penance of my transgression, I have this for you.
Thanks to my ability to screenshot a video still, you may all have this from Mr. Timberlake’s Target ad.
Personally, I’m printing this out and taping it above my bed. I’ll also be stocking up on batteries for tomorrow night’s SNL hosted by JT himself.