Say what you will about the undead: their soundtrack at least had some variety going for it.
Now it is just Justin all the time, time, time, time, time. Eternity is so last week.
Who knew we would begin to miss the brooding, pasty-faced guy who could smell our hair from across the cafeteria? Unlike Edward Cullen, this Bieber guy is starting to get old.
When she begins to replay his appearance on Saturday Night Live for the hundredth time, I'm like baby, baby, baby, noo.
from the obsession archives: What to Expect: The Vampire Years
So glad that I have no idea who he is. That must mean my daughter is maturing.
Posted by: Paulita | April 12, 2010 at 10:18 AM
Ugh. I look at this kid and I can't believe he's the same age as my son. Elijah is such a *man.* This kid's voice hasn't changed yet! (Or as, my husband likes to say, his balls haven't even dropped yet.)
Posted by: kalisa | April 12, 2010 at 10:37 AM
He's no Keith Partridge.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | April 12, 2010 at 10:57 AM