Friday, April 21

Idols Again

Listening to From The Ritz To The Rubble by Arctic Monkeys

I am, without a doubt, the last person who would like The Click Five. Ok, so I admit, I have ONE of their songs in my playlist. But I still think they are sad little posers who think they're a rockband but are actually mainstream pop. But the truth is, The Click Five's frontman, Eric Dill, is FOT. He came over to TALK to me today, and I think I came. First of all, he was trying to read the words on my 'Hi, I'm Slug' shirt, and hence was staring somewhere in the vague area of my non-existent tits (and I think his stare melted them). And secondly, he came to TALK TO ME. OH DOOD. I almost raped him there and then. And to top it off, i got a photo with my hot little boys, both of which who were on either side of me put their arms around me. I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM. hahahha .. goddamned sexy boys.

And on to the less interesting things in my colourful and fascinating life, went to MOS earlier, with the Trimedia people. I was actually there for my wristband more than anything else, but it was pretty cool seeing them. I feel like it's been years since i've been to the newsroom. I'm sick and tired of working..

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