Happy birthday to my first crush
Did you know I used to have this poster in my room as a wee young teen?
I know people will give me shit about this, but I don't care. I admit I fell into the boy band craze, and I emerged six years later relatively okay. Sometimes I have relapses and do stuff like go see the Backstreet Boys host Toys For Tots as a 23 year-old, but that is a story for another time. Besides, like I've said before, it was my first introduction into ultra fanaticism and stalkery that
has helped me track down the rock stars of my dreams these days.
Here, I pay tribute to the man of my dreams when I was 12.
Thank you, AJ.
My NYE recount of how I got really hammered and burned my left foot off also went live today (Wednesday) on the Tripwire. Nothing like publicly embarrassing yourself for thousands of people nationwide on tales of your drunkenness and night with Moving Units, and then posting pictures of your feet...
