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Life isn't fair for the people who care
Stick your nose in the air and that's how you go far
So go tell your lovers, your fathers and brothers
Your sisters and mothers how lucky they are

Light speed, out of my mind
I'm hurt, but I'll be fine
Put your fist in the air,
Raise your voice and declare,
Singing: "We don't care",
(We don't care)
We don't care
(We don't care)

So here's another song for the radio
And here's another line from the heart
So don't pretend you hate us as you sing along
As we all look the same in the dark

L.A temptations, or music sensations
There's great expectations that weigh on our heads
So here's to the liars who dream and conspire
Against the admired, we hope you drop dead

Because I have to convince my brother that Brendon Urie actually IS a very pretty person (as he got traumatized for life when seeing this Phrida&beid=15995643&action=showcomments#blogcomments), and also because this picture makes my loins behave funnily, what.

THERE YOU GO, FILIP! HE IS PRETTY! SUCK THAT! (I love you. :P)

Egyptian Guy: "So have you girls got emails?"
Frida: "Well, I don't own a computer, so..."
Jenny: "Yeah, me neither. My dad has one, but I don't use it."
EG: "What! You live in Finland! The technology is so advanced!"
F: "Yeah, but, you know, computers are so complicated!" *waves hands in true blonde-manner*
J: "Yeah, we don't really chat over the internet." *writes HA HA HA HA on F:s leg over and over again*
F: "And besides, my parents are kind of old-fashioned, so I write letters instead."
J: "Yeah, it's so much more fun!"
EG: "So neither of you have email?!"
F: "No. As I said, I don't own a computer."
J: "And my dad doesn't allow me to use his."
F: "Yeah."

...it was pretty fun. AND WE KEPT STRAIGHT FACES, WHAT? (It was hard, though. :PP)

PROVINSSI 2008 HERE WE COME >>>

OH MY GOD it's all there. It's all safe and copied and stored prettily, except for the stuff from about fifteen minutes ago.

IT'S ALL THERE. IT'S SAFE. IT'S NOT GONE. IT'S THERE. IT'S NOT GONE. IT'S THERE. I HAVEN'T LOST ALL MY FICTIONAL WORK FROM THE LAST 7 MONTHS. IT'S THERE. IT'S REALLY FUCKING THERE.

You guys have NO IDEA how much my hands are shaking and how much I'm crying right now.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK (...) FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY FUCKING COMPUTER CRASHED. Oh, no, wait - not the computer, it didn't. It's all safe and sound. ONLY THE FOLDER WITH ALL MY TEXTS AND STORIES AND FICS AND RANDOM SCRIBBLINGS AND PLOT BUNNIES AND SHORT STORIES AND DRABBLES AND BLOODY AWESOME FIC IDEAS AND FINISHED FICS AND HALF-FINISHED FICS AND WHAT-THE-FUCK-EVER. MY WRITING FOLDER CRASHED. IT'S GONE. IT'S ALL GONE. BUH-BYE. FAREWELL FOREVER.

IT CRASHED. IT'S GONE.

I FEEL LIKE KILLING SOMETHING. NO, I REALLY DO. REALLY REALLY REALLY. I JUST
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AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Oh, wait, wait wait wait!!!!
If this bloody computer did as it was supposed to, THERE SHOULD BE A SAFETY COPY OF IT ALL ON THE OTHER COMPUTER. OH MY GOD.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let there be a safety copy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH Brendon, BB, ILY.

(shamelessly stolen from Colin's LJ) "the solution to any kind of writer's block I may have or any belief I carry that two characters would not work together is to say, "No! They [*insert action*], and then they look up at each other and [*insert character*] goes I WANNA KISS U NAO!"

Proof:

And then Spencer pulls off the rabid Tasmanian devil, throws it against a tree, and turns to Jon and goes I WANNA KISS U NAO.

And then Ryan pulls the dagger our of Pete's back, and Brendon meets his eyes over the corpse and they're like I WANNA KISS U NAO.

And then William hands Gabe the sweatshirt, the hole in the sleeve perfectly mended with the exact shade of thread, and Gabe looks up and goes I WANNA KISS U NAO.

And then Ryan finishes sucking the snake venom out of Brendon's leg, and Brendon goes I WANNA KISS YOU NAO. And Ryan goes HOLD ON, SUGAR, THAT MIGHT NOT BE SUCH A GOOD IDEA RIGHT THIS SECOND.

And then Pete existed and Ryan goes I WANNA KISS U NAO.

And then Ryan says, "So I was at the store today--" and Brendon goes I WANNA KISS U NAO, and Ryan goes, "Yeah, how is that different from any other time?" And Brendon goes I WANNA KISS U NAO. And Ryan goes, "We've been over this. It's not gonna happen, man. Sorry." And Brendon goes I WANNA KISS U NAO. And Ryan goes, "But--" and then Brendon was kissing him nao. And Ryan goes OK FINE PERSISTENT LITTLE SHIT.

And then Frank's like LOOK LOOK GEE I'M STANDING ON MY HEAD LOOK LOOOOOOOK, and Gerard goes I WANNA KISS U NAO.

And Brendon goes LOOK! LOOK HOW CUTE I'M BEING, and Spencer says, "Not now. I'm busy." and Brendon goes NO REALLY LOOK! I AM AMAZINGLY CUTE RIGHT NOW and Spencer says, "Come on, Brendon. I'm trying to-" WILL YOU JUST LOOK and Spencer looks and says I WANNA KISS U NAO

And Brendon says, "I love you," and Ryan goes I WANNA KISS U NAO! And Brendon blinks and says, "...that was surprisingly easy."

hehehehhehehehehehhehehhihiihhehehehhehe(...)hehehehehheheheh!

...THE PREVIEW OF "McFLY IN RAMSAY'S F WORD"!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsqyCVgb2aE

"McShit", HAHAHAHAHAHHAA(...)HAHAHA. I can't wait for May 27th! \o/

And is it bad that I totally want Gordon to be mean to them and make Dougie cry and then the boys will be all defensive and comforting and swear really much? HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?! *bounces*