Hi, my name is Kristin.
I've been obsessed with Garbage for years upon years.
While others, like yourself, may raise your eyebrow and question..."uh, why" - - - my fellow G-freaks, darklings, Garbage Cans...whatever you'd like to call them, drown themselves in it for the same reasons I do.

I don't think we're totally sure why. And if we tried to explain, more eyebrows would go up. So let me skip all that shit.

What prayers are made of.
What day, I was on the computer at school. I checked the Garbage.com site religiously and all of the rumouring fansites as well. It was mid-January and we were still learning of the new album "Bleed Like Me".

Then, I had discovered a message on Garbage.com stating this:

"BE IN THE VIDEO FOR WHY DO YOU LOVE ME

Have you ever wanted to be in a Garbage video? Have you ever wanted to be the first to hear a song from your favorite band before anyone else? Well now is your chance. Butch, Duke, Shirley and Steve invite you to be in the video for Why Do You Love Me the first single from Bleed Like Me.

The video will be shot in Los Angeles on January 31st. You must be at least 18 years of age. Please know that you will be on set for approximately 8 hours.

It is important that you wear no logos on your clothes. No recording devices, cameras or cell phones will be allowed on set.

If you are available please send an email to garbagevideo@oilfactory.com with the following information: name, address, birthdate, contact numbers and a photo mailto:garbagevideo@oilfactory.com

If you are selected you will get more information about location, directions and a specific call time that you will be needed on set.

The band looks forward to seeing you on the 31st.".

I jumped for joy at just the thought of them being so open and aware of us fans. I immediately entered, just because.

Then one day...I receive the following e-mail titled "Congratulations!":

"Hi. You have been chosen to participate in the Garbage video.
We will email or telephone you with further information in the next few days.
Thank you for your interest and participation."

I freaked. I freaked at the very thought of them knowing I existed and them choosing me with the others. I read it over and over. I printed several copies just so I had them. "Oh my god" I said in my computer graphics class, as I stared at the screen. "Oh my god". I told fellow students to join me immediately to read it because I'm just a complete absolute nerd with no life. Hah.