AHA. I see why this journal has been so sluggish lately (i love that word). It's because I never update random rat-tat-tat about life and always have to be worked into this reflective, New Age steam and to have the metaphors and pseudo-profundities rolling, and I should just update about the random. I now refuse to be meditative and self-analytical. I am a ditz about the world and I love it.
After a lunch of oatmeal thickly (thickly I say, thickly!) encrusted with dairy milk powder (soymilk is the default creamy beverage but oatmeal always needs a CRUSTING OF MILK POWDER OKAY) I looked up Adam Lambert Young Hollywood Awards pics and the oatmeal got stuck on my throat.
I love the man, okay. Serious love going on here. But wth is up with his outfit.
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(You don't have to click. There's a reason a URL's all there is.)
And his hair. Eurgh.
*chew chew chew pointedly at the screen and subjugate the clunky oatmeal forevermore*
Ok. Calm now.
(I can actually identify where I've seen each bit of his outfit before. Boots from...the Guys and Dolls West Hollywood nightclub pics. Jacket from the Top 4 Rock Week results show. White shirt and slim-cut tie from Live With Regis and Kelly. Pants [stuffed to the seam with VENDETTA against all leggings of pop taste, trufax] from the Slow Ride duet with Allison Iraheta, which I hoped I'd never see again. I mean, of course it's his thing, and of course I still love him for it, but I htink there's something very liberating about being a retarded fan who rants against their idol but is still a fan, nonetheless.)
I can go on and on about various tiny aspects of what i don't like about how he looks on this red carpet but I won't. And i make no apologies for being an outfit-rememberer, because I care about these things, okay.
(If I weren't so in love I'd be the snarkiest non-hater for Adam.) I love being in love with him, therefore.
Icon still cheers me up. 8D