haven't I been here before?

Once upon a time, about a year ago, Justin Timberlake ceased to be a certain popstar's given name in my head and "Fuckin' Timberlake" took it's place in my mental lexicon. Mostly because the boy sucked me into pop music, and I had been listening to everything but for so long, I didn't even know where to go to get a fix of my new drug.

Now, his bandmate, henceforth to be referred to as "Fuckin' Chasez" has also lost all rights to his proper name. Only because, I was so busy grooving to his CD with my eyes closed that I missed my train stop and had to wait for half an hour on an outdoor platform, freezing my (shamefully still shaking) butt off for a train back the way I came.

My current theory is that pretty boys destroy braincells, much in the way that all fun things in life tend to do.

This time the icon means that JC's laughing at me.