the new kaka. @ {5:20 PM}
Andie, you goonie!
So it was 1.20 AM and I was sitting in front of the television watching MTV. "Music Matters" had just started and I made a casual (by casual I mean hopeless, infatuated and obsessed) comment to my brother, saying that it'd be nice if MTV would play "Afterlife", my fave love song. It's not a love song, but it has the word 'dear' in it, so it's the closest I'll ever get. Anyway. So the "Music Matters" title disappeared so they could play the first music video. Rrright. And then I was greeted with a muscular, beastly, inky (tattooed), half-naked guy and the first power chords (if they are power chords) of Afterlife hit me as Matt Shadows, who
is the topless great-abs dude, ran towards my screen. I lost it. I made animated hand gestures in speechless felicity to my brother who merely said, "I'd rather they played a Disturbed song like Indestructible". Picked up my spectacle case, and rolled off the sofa making whiny happy sounds. Then I was warned by my mama to NOT make too much noise. But I sang along anyway, and I remarked how Johnny Christ looked like Manny Almunia. Except less Spanish. Before that in the morning I was singing along to Lostprophets ("Oh, Andie, you GOONIE!") and thinking how cute Ian Watkins was. What. I'm not fibbing. I watched a bit of TV and at night I saw CSI New York, which was nice because Carmine Giovazzino happens to be the only dude who can pull off not shaving. He looks like Sebastien Bourdais, except better. And one of those Suicide Girls thinks so too, so it ain't just me.
Jade, signing off, I love the Sevenfolders
