…Especially my own.

Tonight Jarrod has taken Char to see her first concert, which is My Chemical Romance, and I’m sitting here all alone - except for the company of several cats and a fridge that is DRIVING ME UP THE WALL WITH IT’S SANITY-SHATTERING DRONE. AAARRGH!  Dear gods, between the sandpaper rasp of “one or two” cats licking themselves in unison, and the fridge that won’t stop making that freakin’ sanity-shattering hive-of-bees-stuck-up-it’s-arse drone, I could only experience the bliss of silence if smack my head hard enough against this desk to knock myself out.

 Can you hear the lambs screaming?  CAN YOU?!

But anyway, what was my point?  Oh yes.  My Chemical Romance.  

Jarrod was about as happy as a slow boiling frog to go along to an emo event packed with 10 billion teeny-boppers a fraction of his age, but I was on to a great line of reasoning.  Well, I reassured the lad, at least it’s better than Justin Timberlake.  

And as it turns out, I’m right!  Because every now and then he calls to play a song down the phone.  Anyway, if all else fails, Gerard Way is hot.  Not that Jarrod will necessarily appreciate this fact.

I wish I could have gone too.  I thought they were pretty good at the BDO (what little I saw of them from waaay over the wrong side of the cattle pen).  And what a way to smuggle a fourth person in for free! In my belly!

Okay I’m really tired and it’s time to pick up the munsters. I just hope they’ve enjoyed it, because we paid twice the price for those bloody tickets on Trade Me! 

Oh, and how could I almost forget? Here’s the pre-gig pictures I snapped before dropping them off…

That girl has great poses.  And eventually that semi-permanent red I chucked in her hair for the occassion will wash out…

(Yeah, somehow I think I’ve started her on to something now.  Good bye natural hair colour I’m guessing.)

Where has my shy lil’ girl gone?  This girl is going to cause me some serious headaches…