I have a confession: I am an Adam Lambert fangirl.
Apparently I'm also vaguely a cougar in a 24 year old's body. Thanks, Newsweek.
Glambert!
I am channeling my inner 14 year old, as the article suggests. When I was 14, I was deeply involved with my Robbie Williams cds and posters. Ten years later, I have moved on from an ex-heroin addict to a fictional drug dealer (Stringer Bell!) and now to a quasi-goth man with a boyfriend.
The other night Steve and I were watching House Hunters and the family in the show bought two pugs after moving to their new place. I was like, 'Oh, there's Desmond!' in reference to my fictional (to be NON FICTION one day!) pet, and Steve replied, 'And Penny too!' in reference to my other fictional dog. That was nice; I'm glad he remembers my fantasies. Although he doesn't support me in ALL of my endeavors. When I asked him if he would go to the American Idol tour with me so I could squeal at Adam Lambert, he replied, "Not my thing, but maybe my co-workers have some children who would go with you."