For some reason I like Mandy Moore. Does that make me a housewife from Peoria? Perhaps. So when I saw this story over at the little startup site (CNN) I was troubled. Not so troubled that I went out and punched an old person or anything; but concerned enough that I’m putting this out in the blogosphere so that if anyone knows Mandy they can tell her Lars is pulling for her and if need be will snuggle.
What I’m talking about here is that Mandy said:
“A few months ago I felt really low, really sad. Depressed for no reason.”
She goes on to mention how her break-up with Zach Braff (the original Seth Cohen) and tennis semi-okay star Andy Roddick left her feeling blue. Luckily, in the grand tradition of Hollywood she’s fine now, probably because she ate seaweed or just figured out that “being fun is more fun.” Whatever the case she’s writing a new album and she’s apologetic about her past run-ins with musical creativity.
“I feel bad that people wasted their money on such trite, blah pop music,” says Moore about her earlier music.
Hey current Mandy, go easy on past Mandy, I like them both. Plus I’d never buy your music, so no hard feelings either way. Also, when there was one set of footprints that was when I carried you.