For All The Adam Lambert Fans That Bugged Out On Me Yesterday
Posted March 27, 2012on:
There’s nothing I love more than coming home from work at 1AM (after something like a 17 hour day), checking email and getting 26 comments all because I said I prefer Bruno Mars to Adam Lambert. You’d think I learn my lesson and never talk about these two in the same post (because I always get in trouble) but I guess I’m a masochist.
True, I gave Glamberts (is that what you crazy kids are calling yourself these days?) permission to yell at me HERE, but for some reason at 1AM things are less funny and I just cry.
I’m just kidding. I didn’t cry…. but does that make it right? NO!
Anyway, I forgot where I was going with this? (And yes… I’m gonna leave this blog post unedited because I feel like the Glamberts can find new insults for me in that as well), but I think my point was… I just wanna make out with Bruno Mars and have him ukulele me to sleep afterward. Is that okay with everyone? As much as I want Adam Lambert to give me makeup/runway tips (Seriously. Why hasn’t he been a guest judge on America’s Next Top Model? That NEEDS to happen), he’s just not gonna make out with me. Plus, he’s not Hawaiian and I really want my half Italian/half Hawaiian little nugget. Also, retirement in Honolulu sounds fantastic to me.
With that being said, here is Adam Lambert singing “Never Close Our Eyes” acoustic style, and I like it much better than the fist pumping beat that gives me a migraine. And not to mention, his little side kick has the most perfect coiffed hair I’ve ever seen.
Are we all friends again??
So… to sum up my thesis: I like Adam Lambert. I just like Bruno Mars better. I’m sure the two of them would be chill with that. It’s called satire. I can’t make you think I’m funny….my Mom and Dad think I’m funny and that’s all that matters. Also, I’m a girl. I have lady parts. Does the name Rocco evoke the image of male genitalia? I maybe should’ve thought of that before I started this.