Yes, people.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE is back!!! After hiding underground for years on end to produce their new album (which Frank in the site's blog posts said it was going to be epic AND IT REALLY IS EPIC!), they are back!!!!! November 22nd, yo! All you Killjoys out there, their new album is coming out on November 22nd! I'm getting that limited edition box no matter what it takes. I WANTZ RAY GUNZ!! >.<
Yeah, this Killjoy is retarded. ;P But ya can't expect me not to be with the excitement of seeing Gerard again rush through my veins. *sighs and melts into a pool of butter*
~Cyanide Purified. F' yo world!~
PS: Sometimes when you're sick, the voice of an angel is what you need to pull you back to the living. That angel of mine is Gerard Way. (Congratz on the new album, Gee and boys!)
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Adam Lambert
As she lay sick in bed, she couldn't, for the life of her, understand why she kept hearing Adam Lambert being played on the radio. Drabble, cause I'm still too sick to think.
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Adam Lambert
MazdaKitsune
There it went again. She sighed and stared at the wall, wishing she had the strength to just turn over and slam her hand on the "off" button, but she just couldn't. For weeks now, the radio had been playing Adam Lambert songs at least once every hour, and frankly, she was tired of it. It wasn't as if she didn't like his voice nor the singer himself, she had rooted for him throughout that entire American Idol season, but being subjected to song repetition over and over again could sometimes tire a person out. And cause boredom.
But if her brother were here, he'd say she was being hypocritical. After all, wasn't she the one that played songs from My Chemical Romance over and over and over and over without stopping, until he either destroyed the radio or complained to mom, which essentially, didn't help since she got that habit from her mother. But there was a difference between that and this. She played those songs or whatever songs repeatedly without stopping either because she loved them, or because of her mood. And talking about songs she loved, yes, she LOVED My Chemical Romance. More so than Adam Lambert.
And so just don't give up, I'm working it out. Please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe. Just keep coming around.
Hey, whataya want from me?
She rolled her eyes. Yes, what do you want from me? Oh, this wasn't helping at all. No offence, but it really wasn't. Not that she had something against gay people, heck, she herself was bisexual and had friends who were gay. They were humans too, no problems there (Wasn't as if she hadn't discreetly checked out some hot mama's butt as she sat drinking coffee at Starbucks before), they deserved to be treated with respect and not as if they were the plague of mankind (Yeah, no one would think she liked pretty girls even if they looked at her twice). Though, this was completely off topic now. Ugh. She was going crazy with fever and Lambert.
Hearing the front door slam downstairs, she suspected her brother had swung by for a visit, and finally managed to gather her strength to turn around and slam her hand on the radio's "off" button. Silence filled the room, soon punctuated by voices wafting up from the ground floor of the shop. Her brother, stating he had gotten her a new My Chemical Romance cd as a get-well-gift, her mom's happy laughter, her father's smooth and soothing tones. Then footsteps, and the door opened, her brother's head popping in. "Hey, sis. What's up? Feel any better? Why is the radio off?"
"Cause of Adam Lambert is what," she managed to say with a weak grin. "Seriously, don't ask me any more questions. Just play that cd you have in your hands."
"MCR, coming right up."
~End
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