My name is Jaz and I'm an empty shell of a person. I am incapable of crying except under extreme circumstances. What are these circumstances you may ask? Any movie you've ever had ANYTHING to do with (most especially All Dogs Go to Heaven.) When unimportant things happen like the death of a relative or failure to achieve dreams, I am of coarse dry-eyed. But when your celluloid hits my retinas and Diana Ross belts out songs about dinosaurs "holding on together...," my Grinch-like heart grows in size. Thank You Mr. Bluth, for allowing me to shed my robotic demeanor and really live!
Yours Sincerely,
Jaz
