Kill Me Now

OMG phaballa is totally corrupting me. It's all her fault. *points finger childishly*

She's a little crazy about boy bands and in fact, is writing an AU J2 + other WB people boy band fic, so she's talking non stop about them, asking for pictures and such.

And now I'll totally debase myself in all of your eyes, cause I admit, I liked boy bands. Ok, I loved them. Not like crazy, scary, obsessed. I never had more than one or two posters up (I knew someone who had every square in of their room covered--not even shitting you) and I didn't watch all their concerts, or even make it to a single one. Mainly, I loved the fact that they could, you know, sing. Cheesy as it is. And hey, I love dancing...

But God knows how long its been since I've listened to a cd. But this morning I'm getting ready, listening to the Bristol Cathedral Choir performing Dvorak's Mass in D, humming along to the Kyrie...and then it ends and on comes Backstreet Boys--their first cd. And I didn't turn it off. That's how much I've been corrupted. Like I'm totally laughing my ass off at the corny lyrics, but I still remember them all. O____o.

So now, what's sadder? That I remember all the words to every single one of these songs, or that I remember the God-awful dance moves I made up to them? Skye--don't even answer that. *headdesk*

It's research--research I tell you!!!

Why am I having nightmare visions that Dean would sympathize with the lyrics to 'If You Want it to Be Good Girl (Get Yourself a Bad Boy)'? It's just so...cocky and blatant. Like Dean. Ack.

In other news...I hope to have at least one SPN fic this weekend--and Dusty!! You can read it cause it ain't Wincest. :-) *listens to the groans of the others on her flist, shrugs* Hey, it's not such a bad gen.

Also, I am totally going to spam you with pretty boys this weekend. :-D

*goes off to work humming 'get down, and move it all around'*