You buy CDs by the Smiths and New
Order when two years ago you were buyin' stuff with Britney Spears
on the cover.
You own a Victims t-shirt.
You designed the Victims t-shirts.
You own/join a Killers-related
site.
You join every Killers-related
fanlisting and clique on the planet.
You're the top poster at TKO.
You hoard Killers pics and never
donate them to TKO's gallery.
You own all the tracks from the
band's demo CD.
You actually have a copy of "Leave
the Bourbon on the Shelf" on your computer.
You come up with adorable pet
names for the band (Brandy, Ickle Ronniekins).
You dream of the day of a
Morrissey/Killers official duet.
You like Killers slash and make up
little fanfictions around it.
You try and grow your hair out to
David's Jewfro proportions.
You bought "Hot Fuss" on
iTunes, but still bought it on CD.
You bought one of the official
t-shirts and wear it to work.
You buy a pair of white pants.
You start/join a campaign for Mark
to wear white pants again complete with merchandise.
You go to the Banana Republic in
Vegas, hoping to meet someone who might've known David.
You respect their private lives
and refuse to post pictures of their significant others.(as much as I hate it...)
You try and learn the guitar chords
to "Somebody Told Me."(I failed miserably...I'm sorry Dave I have failed you...)
You start your own Killers tribute
band.
You find yourself staying at the
Gold Coast in Vegas after getting married at the Little Chapel of
Flowers.
You try and get your friends to
become Victims too.
You lend your "Hot Fuss"
CD to your fellow potential Victims with the express instructions of
"return it in playable condition or die."
You succeed in getting your
friends to become Victims.(Bird that would be you...)
You name your male Sim after a
member of the band.
You dress up as one of the Killers
for Halloween.
You Google the names of each
member in the band and go to every single website in the history of
the inteet that features their names and read the same old biography
over and over and yet it still makes you want to move to Vegas and
stalk them officially and then you find something very interesting,
like some crazy in-studio pictures.
You have traveled to see the
Killers play (bonus points if it was outside of your country or over
500 miles away).
You travel everywhere with your
copy of "Hot Fuss" and your bootleg discs, or have
multiple copies for each location (work, car, home, office, etc).
You travel hundreds, even
thousands of miles to hear a concert live.
You have Killers badges on your
clothes, bags etc.
You have a cube at work that is
your Killers shrine.
You have every magazine with the
Killers in it - even if it is just an article.
You tape every show that the
Killers appear on TV.
You do a little dance when you see
the "Mr. Brightside" video on MTV/VH1 for the first time.(I sang along and stared in awe at the computer screen if that counts for anything...)
You have 3 Killers t-shirts, each
a different color.
You buy the "Hot Fuss"
CD just for the Grammy Nominated sticker.
You have Killers bumper stickers
and window decals on your car.(if i had a car I'd do that)
Every time you go to a CD store,
you always flip through the "K" section of the CDs, even
though you already have all their CDs. Just in case.
You ask a store clerk why they
don't have any of the singles or the import version of the album,
even though you don't need them because you already have them all,
and you just want to know why they don't have them in stock.
You get up in a packed bar and do
karaoke to "Indie Rock 'n' Roll" complete with a
tambourine andridiculous choreography, and also add in your own
little creative bits such as 'Oh yeah guys!' and 'Sing it with me,
now!' to a room filled with silence and opened mouths.(sounds like something I'd do if I was drunk...lol)
You have every Killers audio/video
performance downloaded to your computer.(I'm still working on that...)
You sing "Somebody Told Me"
in the shower with no music accompaniment.
You sing along to "Who Let
You Go" as it plays while shopping in Old Navy.
You make a Killers quilt.
You buy a pair of boat shoes like
Brandon's.
You scan every magazine photo and
upload to yor computer - even though you have it RIGHT THERE to look
at.
You set 3 VCR's to tape the same
performance - and you keep them all.
When you listen to "Somebody
Told Me" and "Mr. Brightside," you can envision the
whole music video playing in your head.
During "Somebody Told Me,"
you just have to do the little stomp part.
You scream "She said she
loved me..." (especially during Jenny).
You choreograph your own dance
routines to all the Killers' songs.(I have done that before...lol)
You check your e-mail every ten
minutes to make sure you don't miss a Killers newsletter.
When you listen to "Mr.
Brightside," you find yourself doing the same actions as
Brandon does in the US video.. e.g. "coming out of my cage and
I've been doing just (tug jacket) fine (brush jacket with right
hand)" ... even when you're not wearing a jacket.
You grin stupidly every time you
see an advertisement for Las Vegas (the tv show) on TV.
You also find Killers puns
genuinely hilarious.
You have a mini freak out
everytime you see the word Flowers, even when you pass a florist.
After watching AOL Sessions, you
find yourself saying 'Oh hi' a lot.
You find yourself making the same
facial expressions as Brandon from the videos.
You plaster their faces over your
leaver arch file and stare googly eyed at it in the middle of class.
You find yourself making up music
video treatments for all of their songs.(?)
You start screaming like a lunatic
every time you see the Killers on TV and you start kissing the TV
screen.
You're watching music videos while
talking on the phone and "Somebody Told Me" comes on and
you tell your friend that you will call them back to watch the
video.
You're always caught 'taking a
drag'. I've also been caught doing the backwards toe stomp from
"Somebody Told Me," complete with flamenco arm in the air.(in the conforts of home...cuz I haven't perfected it yet..and when I show the world how much of a victim I am...I want it to be perfecto!)
At the end of "Indie Rock and
Roll," you sing "(In a clutch I'm talking every word for
all the boys)... (Two of us flipping through a thrift store
magazine)..." and especially "What the fuck do I care!?",
even at a show when there's a camera crew and when you see the
footage you look like you're saying the wrong words like a retard.
When listening to "Under the
Gun," you make a gun with your fingers and slowly put it to
your head - because you've seen him do that so many times that you
can't help yourself.
You want a wardrobe of velvet
jackets.
You make wallpapers and avatars of
every Killers picture you have acquired.
You go absolutely giddy when you
saw the giant ad in Best Buy with the Killers on it.
When a stranger comments on your
Killers shirt, you invite them to the message boardsand talk to them
non-stop about the band.
You go into a music store hoping
one day to see Killers posters, stickers etc.(why do you think I go to hot topic?...lol..)
You want one of the guitar pins
that Brandon is wearing in the GQ pic.
You nickname someone you don't
like Jenny (yeah...did that after hearing Brandon sing "Jenny
the b**** was a friend of mine"...cause well..this person was
being just that).
You hear "Somebody Told Me"
playing on the overhead music system in the doctor's office and find
your feet moving and you are mouthing the words.
You stay in a hotel because it has
the name Brandon associated with it.
You have copies of every Killers
poster available - maybe even two.
You ask the cab driver to to up
the volume if the Killers come on the radio and sing along even
though you're alone in the cab.
You buy 20 "Hot Fuss"
albums and tell the cashier that they're for "that bitch
Jenny", meanwhile the cashier is clutching the phone with her
finger on the 9.
You're flying down the road
listening to "Somebody Told Me" when you see the cops in
your rearview pulling you over, when the cop comes up to your
window, you havent bothered to tu down the radio and are still
singing *LOUD*. His response, "Ma'am how much have you had to
drink today"??
You get your driver's license
suspended for a month, plus a speeding fine, because you were
listening to "Midnight Show" while driving, and you.. um..
accidentally drove a little too much faster when Brandon sang,
"DRIVE FASTERRRRRR BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" ... IT WAS HIS
FAULT, OFFICER, I SWEAR.
You're at a party at a hotel room
and you have a glass of champagne in your hand and you have to try
your goddamn hardest not to pose hetrosexually for a photo.
You have to be told to SHUSH
everytime you open a magazine and THINK there's a sentence with The
Killers in it. And you're stalking the mailman because ever since us
weekly mentioned them and their then upcoming TRL performance,
you're hoping for pictures.
You want to buy a red watch with a
cross on it. But you refuse to tell your friends why because they
will lock you in a mental institution 'for your own good'.
It starts raining and you think,
Jenny!
You sit two inches in front of the
TV when any vid of theirs come on. Then you start shouting,
'Brandon!'
You start calling everyone a
fucking asshole, because Brandon did.
You start wearing waistcoats,
white belts ("Somebody Told Me" vid) and wondering why you
threw out your dad's old deck shoes.
You here the opening riff of "Mr
Brightside" from the classroom next door, and you go from
lazily falling asleep on the floor to standing up with your mouth
wide open, with ears pricked up. Meanwhile the rest of your class
start looking at you funny.
You walk into the canteen in the
moing and announce 'I'm in love' and no one even batters an eyelid,
because they already know who you're talking about.
The only way your best friend can
distract you from reading a new Killers article is by purposely
calling Brandon Flowers, Brendan Flowers.
You watch a show like Video Hits
just to see a Killers clip, even though there is a significant
possibility that they wont be shown at all. But you have to watch...
just in case...
You nearly get in a fight at a
Killers gig when a roadie is handing you the set list and some huge
10ft tall girl tries to rip it out of your hands.
You start grinning like an idiot
when anyone says the word "flowers" around you.
You put off studying for final
exams to listen to "Hot Fuss" just <em>one more
time</em>.
Soldier to you is spelled
souldier.
Instead of wanting to go to Europe
or Florida for spring break, you beg your parents to take you to Las
Vegas.
You buy every CD that Brandon has
ever mentioned remotely liking.
You brave the Snoop Dogg videos on
VH1 Hits just so you can see "Mr. Brightside" play again.
People you haven't talked to in a
year suddenly know about your current "obsession" with the
Killers.
You've developed a recent
infatuation with boat shoes, skinny ties, and pink leather jackets.
Every time someone mentions SNL,
you can't stop smiling.
You firmly believe that only real
men wear eyeliner.
You tu your headphones on and sing
very loudly to "Indie Rock & Roll" in class you take
you headphones out to find that your entire class staring at you
with eyes and mouths wide open!
You find yourself hitting one of
the football players from the varsity team during biology because he
kept saying Brandon Flowers looked "gay" on the cover of
the February issue of SPIN.
You stay up until 6 am just to
catch the repeat of "Mr. Brightside" on MTV, VH1 and MTV2.
You get all giddy when you see
"Mr. Brightside" even though you've seen it about 30 times
and each time is like the first.
Every time you see, hear, or think
about Brandon you get a huge grin on your face that doesn't go away
for hours, so basically you always are smiling.
When you hear "I'm dreamin'
'bout those dreamy eyes" you get flustered and really believe
he is talking to you.
You screamed, cheered, and clapped
at any mention of them at the Grammys.
When Brandon sticks his tongue out
in the "Mr. Brightside" video you do it along with him.
You realize that certain men
(Brandon) can wear pink without looking gay.
When someone around you is talking
about Las Vegas you mutter to yourself, "If Vegas were
cool...."
The first thing you think of in
the moing is listening to "Hot Fuss" because your dreams
just didn't cut it the night before.
You make your own The Killers
shirt.
Your friends address notes to
"Mrs. Brightside."
You frequently get into arguments
about the subject of "Mr. Brightside."
You mouth the words to "Mr.
Brightside" when watching Moulin Rouge.
You read a book about Mormons
because Brandon is one.
You deny it and deny it and deny
it until one day you upload a Brandon icon to your LiveJoual with
the comment "YES, ASHLEY...ARE YOU SATISFIED?!"
You get in trouble/looked at
funny, for being on TKO too much at work.
My friends constantly remind me
that I'm obsessed, but I say I'm in love... they didn't understand.
The amount of stuff you've
downloaded from the 'Net about the Killers has <u>broken</u>
your PC.
You record all the "Countdown"
shows (TRL, Daily Download, etc.) and any music video show in
general just in case they play "Mr. Brightside" or
"Somebody Told Me" while you're at school.
You almost have a panic attack
when you don't see Hot Fuss in the CD section of a store.
You almost have a panic attack
when you do see Hot Fuss in the CD section of a store.
You find yourself literally flying
to the computer when you get home (even if you just went to the
store for 10 minutes) in case you missed anything on the forum.
You have a Killers fansite set as
your homepage on your computer.
You have a Killers fansite set as
your homepage on your school's computer.
You date/marry a Mormon, hoping
he/she has connections to Brandon.
People have suggested therapy for
your obsession.
When you’re at the supermarket,
you find someone who looks exactly like Dave Keuning, you yell out,
“Dave! Where’s Brandon?" And ask him if he could show you
the proper boy-love technique.
When someone arrives in class
late, you say “{insert their name here}, you’re a star”.
You're certain one day you'll meet
Brandon and dazzle him with your sparkling smile and personality
that he'll run away with you forever.(I WISH!)
When you change one of your
passwords at work to "killer", but then you forget that
you changed it and get locked out of the system. So you have to call
the tech guy, and he says, "Your password is 'killer'" and
you get really embarassed.
You've got tickets to four Killers
shows, not one of which is in the state you live in... and you're
planning on going to at least two more.(I'd be happy with one...
)
You spend upward of 500 bucks
buying clothes for Brandon Flowers, in the hopes that it'll get you
backstage or kicked out for being a complete stalker.
You track down the same tuxedo
Brandon Flowers wears in US version of Mr. Brightside because the
theme of your girlfriend's prom is Moulin Rouge.(I'd make my future boyfriend do that...lol)
You know that the red shirt that
Brandon wore in "Somebody Told Me" was made by J.
Lindeberg (a Marlow Fieldsensor Jersey Golfshirt to be exact).
You put on eye liner just to watch
a Killers video.
Your girlfriend makes you sing
"Smile Like You Mean It" in order to get into bed.(I'd make him do that 2...)
You give your first copy of "Hot
Fuss" to your girlfriend, which qualifies as an aniversary
present.(that one 2)
You set a reminder on your phone
to let you know that the Killers are on TV, weeks in advance, even
though you know you aren't going to forget!(i'd do that if i had a phone)
You dedicate your entire spring
break to seeing them almost every day (by yourself).
You change your flight time so
that you can still go to "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno"
to see them.
You go to a friend's party,
realize they're wearing a pink tie, which you steal to put on a
teddy bear that you name Brandon Pookie.(I'd just stick with plain Brandon though...)
You spot somebody wearing a black
button down shirt and skinny pink tie, and can't stop thinking about
Brandon (you know you're a loser when you ask that person where she
bought the outfit, so you can do them same).
Whenever you see the ads for the
movie "Sin City" you just keep thinking of Brandon and the
baby slot machine he has to remind him of home.
You see a stranger in a shop
wearing a Killers T-Shirt and go straight over to talk to them
without hesitation.
The first time you saw the US
version of Mr Brightside, your mum genuinely thought you were having
some kind of fit.
You write a 3 page letter to the
NME explaining how amazing The Killers are and how rubbish The
Bravery are.
Your "friends" realise
the second best way to wind you up is to call Brandon, Brendan.
Your "friends" realise
the best way to wind you up is to say you're not a true Killers fan.
You only have three disks to back
up your stuff before you reboot your system and 95% of the stuff on
the disks is Killers related.
You've taken the foot stomp out of
context and taught it to another person, so there's two people
walking round your college stomping their feet.
People introduce you to other
people they tell them you're a huge Killers fan, before they tell
them you name.
You plan a trip to Vegas, and the
thing you're most excited about is going to the Hard Rock Hotel,
because that's where Brandon went and saw Oasis and it gave him the
inspiration to meet Dave. Plus, you want to go to Spago.......
You click "shuffle" on
your iPod, you get 24 Killers songs in a row because you have all
your interviews and concerts and b-sides and whatnot on there.
You've noticed all the different
little ways Brandon sings a note in concert and automatically sing
it that way without thinking.
You are shopping in a store, and
hear "All These Things" and start singing along.
You listen to the Killers radio
station on mtv.com for hours on end and keep track of every song
that plays...and if you don't recognize the song, you search on
Google for the lyrics.
A music video premiers on MTV2
(AKA "Smile Like You Mean It" very soon) and you DON'T
HAVE SKY OR CABLE.
Instead of saying something along
the lines of "Oh My God!" you say "Brandon Flowers!"
or 'Holy Mark!!'
The next time some Mormons knock
on your door with their white shirts and bicycle helmets, you invite
them right in and start laughing like an idiot because they're
Mormon like Brandon.
You randomly start busting out to
"Somebody Told Me" in the middle of class.
The highlight of your day is
seeing that new Mark Stoermer picture.
You take a picture of Mark with
another fan, edit her out of the picture, and put your own picture
in where she was to see how good you and Mark look together.
You imagine Brandon dancing on
stage, with no pants! Damn that would be hot!
You are so cheap, you print out a
Killers logo, cut it out, and scotch-tape it to your car! I
drive a Neon if you happen to see me.
You work out, every moing and
listen to Hot Fuss, then pray the Brandon will walk in and see how
sexy you look sweaty!
At the end of "Mr.
Brightside," you do the thing Brandon does with his
hands...just like in the video.
Your boyfriend buys you tickets to
see the Killers for your birthday. You will go to the concert with
your boyfriend, and secretly make a plan to leave with Brandon!
At your work, there is a computer
that plays music through the whole store, and you play Hot Fuss 3
times in a row, before your manager shuts it off and sends you home
early. At least he didn't fire me!
When you are in the car with your
boyfriend, "Somebody Told Me" comes on the radio and he
suggests the Brandon is gay. You call your boyfriend that he
is gay and needs to go home a.s.a.p.
You count down the hours and
minutes until you will be front row at the Killers concert in
Wisconsin. 30 hours, and 47 minutes!
You walk in constantly to every
store possible at the mall that you suspect would play the Killers.
Once finding the store, you gallop
across the store in excitement, screaming Mr. Brightside and
Somebody Told Me like the worlds on fire. When the song
finally stops you go "damn...f this store!"
At a birthday party, you're just
talking to the birthday girl when the chick next to her goes "Hey
where'd you get your shirt" you say "I got it from their
concert" with your nose up high. Suddenly the birthday girl
goes "Yeah, she's married to Brandon." The chick next to
her says "That can't be possible, hes married to me."You
scream "B*tch I was married to him before your pretty little
face knew the words to Mr. Brightside while I was strollin
down the aisle to Somebody Told Me."
Yourself sees this really cute guy
when your done pigging out on food. Still sitting back you holler at
him and say "Hi my name is Jo what's yours" and he says
"Hi my name is ..." Suddenly without thinking you go "Hey
you like the Killers!" He says "Yea i love the killers,
Mr. Brightside is awesome" and then in your head your thinking
"Damnit, he's just like them other posers liking the hits
and have no idea about the other songs."
You jump anyone who sings the
Killers because they don't seem to understand that the Killers are
for you and you only.
You jump anyone who sings the
Killers wrong.
At school, you play your iPod and
stand of the square area positioned near the lunch line of the caf.
You stand on the highest layer of the square and start going
"DRIVE FASTER BOYYYYYYY!!"
You shimmy like you've never
shimmied before.
In Vegas you always get that warm
feeling of when you saw them in concert for the first time back in
December with your best friend.
You pray every night at your
famous "Killer wall" and wish David, Brandon, Mark and
Ronnie a good night sleep and that you hope they are OK and have a
good tour.
You take a phone and call your own
cellphone just so you and everyone else (mainly you) can hear Mr.
Brightside because it's your ringtone.
You go to Las Vegas to see the
Killers at the Hard Rock and while you're sitting in your hotel
room, you decide to look up the band members by last name, just for
fun, even though you're pretty sure they are unlisted; and you
tear out the pages they are (potentially) listed on, and proceed to
call each number mythodically with a new story or excuse why you are
calling; to make sure you sound convincing enough for whoever
answers the phone to reveal who they are in case they are a band
member.
You get kids under the age of ten
singing to "Mr. Brightside" including singing &
airguitaring to all the guitar riffs and doing the little hand thing
at "open up my eager eyes".
You tell your five-year-old cousin
that she's really lucky because the Killers are from her hometown.
You & your friend come up with
a plan to meet the Killers on TRL: you wanted to skip last period,
take a train to Times Square with an army of your friends all still
in your Catholic school uniforms, and hold up kickass signs that say
"The Killers Make Catholic School Girls Feel Naughty" in
hopes of being called to go upstairs.
When you watched TRL on your TV
(because there was no way your mom would let you go) you start
yelling at those stupid idiots with signs that said "WE LOVE
THE KILLERS!" claiming that your signs would have been so much
better.
You just have to say "the"
before "Killers" even if it doesn't really make any sense.
Every night before you go to bed,
you pray to God asking Him if you could meet Brandon Flowers.
You pray the rosary in hopes that
God will let you see the Killers in concert.
You wouldn't trade in your crappy
cell phone for a new one just because you wanted to keep your
"Somebody Told Me" polyphonic.
You have been yelled at 3 times
for humming "Mr. Brightside" during a your math test.
You have gotten your whole
basketball team to sing "Andy You're a Star" during
warm-ups.
You absolutely love anyone named
Brandon, Mark, Ronnie, Dave, Natalie, Andy, Michael, Valentine, and
Jenny.
Nobody bothers to ask you what
you're listening to on your iPod.... they already know it's Hot
Fuss.
While you were revising your
English essay you seem to find little phrases such as: "can you
keep a secret", "she said she loved me", "drive
faster boy", and "it was only a kiss"......because
you were listening to Hot Fuss while typing it up.
You called your friend just to
tell him to call you back on your cell phone so you can hear your
awesome "Mr. Brightside" ringtone.
You get so pissed when as soon as
you like the Killers, your friends like them too... though the only
song they ever sing is "Somebody Told Me" because they
just like them for the heck of it instead of their awesome music.
You find out the Killers are
having a concert only 500 miles from your house and get into a huge
fight with your parents because they won't drive you there and won't
let you hitch-hike.
You find out the Killers are
having a concert only 500 miles from your house and get into a huge
fight with your parents because they won't drive you there and won't
let you hitch-hike.
You spend $600 on a drum set so
you can lea to play, just like Ronnie, facial expressions and all!
You buy a keyboard and put silver
rhinestones on it to make it look like Brandon's.
You've listened to The Killers so
much, on repeat/shuffle, that you're starting to recognize the order
of certain "shuffles."
You can type/read/do almost
anything while still singing every Killers song perfectly.
You get your brothers (against
anything that you love) to come running to you/call you whenever
they hear anything related to The Killers.
You listen to Hot Fuss every night
while you fall asleep, and wake up to it every moing.
You freak out when you see "All
These Things That I've Done" on MTV2...after seeing it on VH1
and MTV...and listening to it.
Your family won't talk to you
unless it's about something other than The Killers.
You have to sing "Mr.
Brightside" or "Somebody Told Me" whenever you go to
do karaoke.
You argue over when the Killers
were formed with a stranger on myspace.
You yell at your computer because
some girl on myspace didn't believe Brandon did get married.
You wish she was right.
You yell at your computer, stupid
myspacers don't know a thing about the Killers.
After at least 5 attempts of
trying to see the Killers, you're REALLY gonna see them this time.
You get mad because you're seats
for your first concert are so far!
You become furious because some
teeny bopper (who probably only likes them because of Brandon) has a
seat closer than yours.
You start crying before they
announced the winner for Best New Artist at the VMAs.
You wake up the whole neighborhood
because you're screaming at the top of your lungs "THE KILLERS
WON!"
You start getting a craving for
bagels.
Oh, how you wish you were Dave ...
Your mtvOverdrive playlist
consists of any of the Killers appearances at the VMAs.
You don't care if you've
downloaded those songs already, you still want to buy the Limited
Edition.
Boylove is your favorite word.
Boylove is one of your interests
in LiveJoual.
You're the only one singing "All
the Pretty Faces" at their concerts.
Everyone stares at you as you sing
"All the Pretty Faces" BUT Brandon gives a little smile at
you.
That smile killed you.
You keep on thinking of ways to
make this list longer and you're listening to Hot Fuss for
inspiration.
You name all of the kittens from
your cats' litter according to names from Killers songs.
You can't help but to smile the
biggest smile you can whenever you see or hear the Killers, with
exception of "Believe Me Natalie" in which you want to cry
when you hear it 'cause the song is so sad.
You feel the sudden urge to ride a
donkey in a trailer park.
You have recently added, without
knowing of course, fo' sho' in your vocabulary.
You have gotten into so many
fights that there is no "Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine"
video, you have lost count.
You talk to to the new exchange
student at school just because his name is Brandon.
You vow to your parents that you
officially want to change your name to either Jenny or Natalie.
When you sing "Show You How"
you even had a little voice that sounds like the answering machine.
When you had a lay-over in Vegas
for that one family reunion, you "accidentally" found a
phone book and looked up all the Killers' adresses and phone
numbers....and you totally swear the one that says, "Brandon R.
Flowers really is Brandon.
While you were in Vegas for a
quick drive-through, you asked the gas station attendent if he has
recently seen the Killers around.
You bought The Limited Edition Hot
Fuss even though you already downloaded all the songs off of it on
the interent months before.
You purchase a Tivo just to record
their television appearances and watch them over, and over, and
over...
Even though the Killers only have
legally released 14 songs for Hot Fuss, you seem to have over 45
songs by the KIllers on your iTunes playlist.
You seriously counted down the
days, hours, minutes, and, sadly, even the seconds until your
upcoming Killers concert.
Your friends don't believe you
when you say that you listened to something other than the Killers
last night before you went to bed.
You cracked up in the movie
theatre when you saw "The Corpse Bride" because someone
mentions "a crashing tide against a girl" at one point.
You are secretly making costumes
for you and your three friends to be the KIllers for Halloween, even
if you're all female.
You have a seizure when you find
out that the Killers MIGHT play "Everything Will Be Alright"
at your upcoming concert.
You seriously cried when you first
heard the song, "Replaceable" because you couldn't
understand how a girl could possibly be such a jerk to poor Brandon.
You cried when you read the
article in NME about Hot Fuss finally being over and the Killers'
tour finally ending. *sigh*
During "Andy You're a Star"
at a concert, you and your friends scream at the top of your lungs
"Do the branbot!" in hopes Brandon will hear you.
When Brandon doesn't do the
branbot, you take it upon yourself to do it.
You find yourself randomly saying
through out the day "C-can we get Ronnie on the jumbo?"
Your mom almost gets in a car
crash because you scream "EWWW!" when 'An Honest Mistake'
by The Bravery comes on the car radio.
When you're out shopping you find
yourself looking for skinny ties, pink leather jackets and Chanel
sungglasses.
You make lists like this,
nodding the whole time, partly because you agree, and partly because
you're rockin' out to "Hot Fuss" for the tenth time today.
well I don't feel like bolding,italicising,underlining or highlighting...if you're my friend...you'll know what I'd do...