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Bye Bye Bye, Self-Respect! Goddamnit. Ok. *deep breath* It is with deep regret that I have come to inform you of my latest crush. Don't kill me. It's Justin Timberlake.I know. Shut UP, I know. No, listen to me. Wha--would--...would you let me talk for a SECOND? Thank you. Ok, see, here's the thing. One: He reminds me of Josh. Two: His Jessica Simpson and Ashton Kutcher impressions are perfect, he sang a Michael Bolton song with a cute puppy smushed against his face, he sang a song about rainbows with Kermit, and he couldn't keep a straight face to save his life in Jimmy Fallon's sketch. Three: Teen heartthrob subliminal mind controlling laser beams of doom. That's right. The THTSMCLBoD. You see, there's no other way. I mean, yeah, his voice is ok. And yeah, the boy can dance. But he's also the male equivalent of Britney whether he likes it or not, and I don't find him particularly attractive, really. Nor do I find the other members of Nsync, or any of the Backstreet Boys particularly attractive. Actually...they were all pretty fugly. (Except Justin. Heh...yeah.) They have the lyrical and musical ability of those damn screeching whales, if they're lucky. But they had/have thousands of fans, and how? THTSMCLBoD. The meaningful smoldering stare and pout during the obligatory "girl, he ain't treating you right, I need you babe, yeah yeah yeah" ballad, and boom, there you are. In his trap. So, in conclusion: Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon. Now there's a slash I could write. Oh! Oh! Did I tell you? I overcame an irrational fear today! We went to Six Flags, and I went on everything except the Georgia Scorcher (closed), Deja Vu (2 hour wait), and Acrophobia (ack). I'm all proud of me. Superman was my favorite. I fell a little woozly, like I'm still on it. I looped and I jerked and I hurt my head on the fucking Ninja, and it's a little sad that it took me this long, but I did it. Huzzah. I need to stop watching MTV. Today. Fraternity Life is disgusting. I'm off to see my Shakespeare boyfriend Fuzzy in the morning. I hope he's in this one. We're going to see The Tempest. Oh Fuzzy, I...er...forgot the quote and love you in lots of ways, let me count them or something. 2003-10-12 @ 12:21 a.m. |