I have a serious medical condition. I didn't show up for classes two days in a row because of it. I have Brandon Flowers-itis. Jesus. I am obsessed beyond obsessed. I am, right now, the kind of person his bodyguard protects him from. Not to say that If I met him I would kill him. No, not in the red yet. But I might molest him. And that's not a good thing... for him. For those of my readers (all two of you) who don't know who Brandon Flowers is, he is the frontman of the band, The Killers. Also, he was voted sexiest man of all time (beating out Jesus and King Henry the II by a landslide). If you for some reason, don't like Brandon Flowers then maybe you should just leave. Because he's going to be my husband and it might be a little awkward for you. I'll wait.... gone? Good.
Anyway. My symptoms include Youtube-ing, itunes-ing, frequent rewinds on the Live DVD, hallucinations, heart palpitations, drooling, screaming, squealing, constipation (that could be a totally unrelated problem), and fainting.
I know what you're going to say. I should probably go to a doctor. But unless she's got a Brando clone in her office, I'm screwed. Or not. depending on how you use that word. I guess the best thing for me to do in this situation is to ride it out... why does everything I say sound like an innuendo? That must be another part of the disease. Help!
