Okay, I have a confession to make. It’s not a pretty one and it may shock some folks, but I can’t go on until I clear my conscience–or cleanse my soul. Or just say it out loud to make myself happy. Whatever.

I’m a naughty girl. (this is not my whole confession…merely an attempt at an explanation) I have always known myself to be slightly naughty, but then one morning a long time ago, as my child and I watched Nick Jr. , I discovered that my naughty river ran deep.

I developed a crush on Steve from Blue’s Clues.

It’s true. Even wearing that green striped shirt and with that stupid haircut, I found myself crushing on Steve. Deep inside my naughty river, I knew that Steve was more than Blue’s favorite playmate. That he needed an outlet for his creativity and (boy could I think of some creative ways to give him his outlet).

But the more I had these thoughts, the dirtier I felt. This is STEVE. From BLUE’S CLUES. I mean, what kind of sicko has thoughts like “I’ve got a clue for ya.” or “I’ll be your bitch.”

So, I repressed my dirty side and my naughty river dried up. Or so I thought.

Thanks to Feisty, my naughty river is running at full speed again. Hell, it’s crashed the dam and flooded all the little good girl villages that had successfully taken over during the drought.

You see, Steve Burns is an indie rocker. He’s a friend of The Flaming Lips and he has an album out and another one on the way.

And he’s sexxxy. Check out his MySpace Page. And I’m in LURVE again. But this time, my naughtiness is justified as there are no little blue dogs running around nipping at his feet and he’s not wearing that ugly ass green shirt and talking to salt and pepper shakers.

He’s rocking out and I’m now a very naughty fangirl.

Okay, I have a confession to make. It’s not a pretty one and it may shock some folks, but I can’t go on until I clear my conscience–or cleanse my soul. Or just say it out loud to make myself happy. Whatever.

I’m a naughty girl. (this is not my whole confession…merely an attempt at an explanation) I have always known myself to be slightly naughty, but then one morning a long time ago, as my child and I watched Nick Jr. , I discovered that my naughty river ran deep.

I developed a crush on Steve from Blue’s Clues.

It’s true. Even wearing that green striped shirt and with that stupid haircut, I found myself crushing on Steve. Deep inside my naughty river, I knew that Steve was more than Blue’s favorite playmate. That he needed an outlet for his creativity and (boy could I think of some creative ways to give him his outlet).

But the more I had these thoughts, the dirtier I felt. This is STEVE. From BLUE’S CLUES. I mean, what kind of sicko has thoughts like “I’ve got a clue for ya.” or “I’ll be your bitch.”

So, I repressed my dirty side and my naughty river dried up. Or so I thought.

Thanks to Feisty, my naughty river is running at full speed again. Hell, it’s crashed the dam and flooded all the little good girl villages that had successfully taken over during the drought.

You see, Steve Burns is an indie rocker. He’s a friend of The Flaming Lips and he has an album out and another one on the way.

And he’s sexxxy. Check out his MySpace Page. And I’m in LURVE again. But this time, my naughtiness is justified as there are no little blue dogs running around nipping at his feet and he’s not wearing that ugly ass green shirt and talking to salt and pepper shakers.

He’s rocking out and I’m now a very naughty fangirl.