Goddamned Ginger Wednesday: Creepy Two-fer Edition!

Good People:
What grosses me out almost as much as Gingers? I'll give you a hint: they are usually weird looking. They usually have a super-fucked-up secret language. They wet the bed till they are 13 (I can only assume). That's right, it's twins! Twins gross me out almost as much as Gingers. Not all twins, though. Just 99% of them. Here's a quick story for you: my Great Aunt Nancy had twins, two girls. Then both of the twins had twins. Yep. That's like one in 8 billion or something. Additionally, none of them are hideous, have their own made-up language, or are creepy as hell. But enough about my fantastic family.
I also hate twins because, as I have stated before, there were twins at my high school who had the same birthday as me. Stole my damn birthday thunder every damn year. Fuck 'em. Anyways, what does this have to do with Gingers? Well, I realized something: the odd time a Ginger will come along that I don't mind. I don't love them (like Prince William of ADA Casey Novak) but I don't hate them. One of these such Gingers was Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley. Very pretty, very talented. Not too many freckles. But then she decided to release a solo album and CREEP THE FUCK OUT OF ME!How to thoroughly creep my ass out:
Step 1: Ginger
Step 2: Twins
Step 3: Hallway reminicent of The Shining
Step 4: Refer only to twins as Watson Twins
Yep, my pants are pissed. The only thing that would have tipped this off the chain would be if she named the album Rabbit Fur Soul or something equally sinister. God, it totally sucks though cause the album was really really good. When it came down to it, I decided to burn the album because it was creeping me out too much. Turns out I was right: the minute that shit hit the fire, fucking souls started flying out, moaning something about 'freedom'. Anyways, I was to busy making a sandwich to pay attention.