Brian Molko is such a cutie. While I was looking for pictures of him online I found the worst possible fanfiction about him. Holy shit it was so bad. I gagged a little. I had a dream the other night that I was going to go to a Placebo show and it started with Brian Molko leading a yoga class on ustream, so I did long distance yoga with him and a bunch of other people, and at the end of the yoga class he said "Don't forget to dress up for the show tonight." So I got this sparkly heart confetti and glued it to every inch of exposed skin and went to the concert, where some truck-driver guy asked me if I was a transvestite. Then I remembered I had rehearsal so I went to that instead, but Placebo showed up to play a show just for the people in Working and somehow Brian Molko had turned into a fifty-year-old Mexican man and I leaned over to Sam and said "Gee, Brian Molko sure has aged," and he nodded.
I went to get slacks for one of my costumes today and frickin' Camden was at Paradise Bound. I didn't see him, but my mom did and she warned me to go hide behind a shelf. Thank God for mothers.
A mod gassed the mafia circlejerk today. I'm pretty pissed about that, but there's not a hell of a lot I can do about it. Just another thing, I guess.