posted on December 24, 2003 @ 11:20 am
"the bitter end," placebo (in my head)
after showing sarah the eels video for "last stop this town" and hearing her say he's ugly, i felt i needed to make an effort to show her hot guys. real ones. not lame ones she shouldn't be thinking are hot. i showed her first "sucked out" by superdrag, where his hair is short, yet he's still adorable. she didn't like that, so i showed her their video for "ursa major," wherein he has longer hair and is in a suit. standard one was set: "boys in suits are hot," but all i got was a funny look. i also told her, "and he smokes; that always looks cool. he'll get diseased and die, but he'll look cool," and received same said look.
then i took a leap by showing her placebo videos. he looks the best in "the bitter end," so i started there. i told her, "he's wearing make-up!"
"what?!"
"god, look at him. he's so hot. boys in make-up are soo hot."
"why would he wear make-up? that's gross."
"because he knows it's hot. he's got his fingernails painted, too. those are my standards: you must wear suits, eye make-up, and paint your nails. oh, and that scarf is devine."
ok, so i had a total gay man moment, complete with archetypical gay hand gesture, when i noted his scarf. but it does look fabulous on him. after that, we began "this picture," which i didn't know they'd made. during that one she succumbed to my badgering, saying, "he doesn't look that bad in this one." he did still have his eye shadow, however. i suddenly remembered, "oh! and he likes boys, too."
"what?"
"he likes boys and girls. that's another necessary quality. he must wear suits, eye make-up, paint his nails, wear scarves, and enjoy making out with boys. boys making out is the hottest thing ever."
"you've seen people make out?!"
"yeah."
"what?!"
"well, you know, in movies and stuff."
"oh."
"and at this one club i went to. they were kissing while they were dancing."
"oh."
"he is my dream. if he asked me to marry him, i would. i would ask him to marry me."
"you'd marry any cute guy you like."
"that's not true!"
"what's his name?"
"brian molko."
"molker?!"
"molko!"
"chelsea molko."
"my initials would be COM."
"mine are snob. SNB."
i told her when she hits middle school is when she must stop listening to crappy music like pink and avril lavigne. when she hits double digits (may), i'm going to begin my infiltration. i think placebo would work well because of the up beat in much of their music. :purrs: brian molko...
"i�m in the basement, you�re in the sky. i�m in the basement baby, drop on by. hold your breath and count to ten, and fall apart and start again."
<3, chels.
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