I love boys who wear makeup.
Seriously, all it takes is a thick slash of eyeliner and I’m like ooh la la.
The only thing that’s better than boys who wear makeup is boys who wear makeup while singing punk rock songs of the macabre …
Oh and organic raisins kick ass too.
But anywayz …
Today is a very special day, dear hannihaus readers. Today, My Chemical Romance—my very favorite boys who wear makeup—released their stellar third album, a goth opera called The Black Parade.
And like the , the album is *awesome.*
In honor of this momentous occasion, I will do as I did for National Day of Slayer (6.6.06) and I will rock.
I will rock like my name’s Gwen Stef-hänni.
And when I feel like I can’t rock any longer, that’s when I’m gonna start rocking even more.
Because that’s what being a fan is all about.
… Unless you’re made of metal and you have paddles. In which case, being a fan is all about swooshing air around.
Of course, if you’re my Popi you do a good job of swooshing air around *without* the aid of paddles. The aid of broccoli, cheese and eggs, however, seems to be requisite.
Life is a real gas at Popi’s house. But I digress.
Anyhow, my plan for this most exciting of days is to spend the next 8+ hours streaming My Chemical Romance. If you’d like to join along, —->click here and listen to the new CD<----.
Tell me what you think in comments.
Or just talk to me about your underwear or something.