Current mood:	appalled
Current music:	Round and Round, Manbreak, Come and See
Entry tags:	kasabian, manbreak, swindelli, trent reznor

I Am Such an Idiot

It's been a while.  Things get busy after I do the bunnies - I have to clean and prep the fur, then the lady comes to spin it.  Also, Leo came by, minus Kaitlin, while I was in my Deranga (btw, that's pronounced dee-rain-jah) outfit.  I thought I was going to have to hit him with something, but my mother took care of that for me.  \;+)  She's not having continental seducers going after her baby girl.  Snerk.  In this case, it was okay, because, although he is beautiful, Leo is just a pretty face.  Also, he's got that European, I am the master of the universe with a sexy accent attitude, which could put him at definite risk in a woman magick place like our shop.

I've been hanging out with Auntie Bee too long.  She keeps turning me on to all these bands I've never heard before.  Then, when I'm good and hooked, she says, "Oh,  by the way, they only made that one CD...in 1997."  Manbreak is one of them.  It's very poppy, hiphop kinda stuff, sounds very much like Kasabian.  Or, I guess I should say, Kasabian sounds very much like Manbreak.  Is no one original any more?  The guy on the cover, Swindelli - is that a cool name, or what? - is cute in a scruffy, Liverpudlian, Trent Reznorish kind of way.  Only, I suppose he's a lot younger than Reznor.  Cute.  But they have the CD on Amazon, so I'm going to buy it.

Bee says she saw them years ago when they were here opening for Live on a big tour.  Woohoo!  That Eddie in Live is soooo hot.  Or at least his songs are.  You know what I think it is?  I think that the stuff on the radio is all getting to be too poppy.  That's why I'm liking Auntie Bee's old music so much.  It's good stuff, don't get me wrong.  I wish Manbreak was still around.  Bee says Swindelli is sizzlin'.  Heh.

Stace

I just realized that Stace might read this journal.  I about died.  I mean, I've been spilling my guts about him, and I really, really, really wouldn't want him to know what I'm saying. I never told him  about my blog, so as long as no one else mentions it - and Auntie Bee is the only one who knows, so I'll know who to kill if he hears about it - then it's okay.  Man, what was I thinking?  I feel kinda sick.  Talk about a "duh" moment.  This is like my diary, but  anyone can read it.  And, really, that doesn't bother me, because they won't know who I am, but he would.

Griz, with a case of the whimwhams