IRC-Galleria

teaparty at phrida's at 3 in the morning = big fun
job at 9 next morning = not as much fun
waking up at 4:45 AM and not being able to sleep = deffo not fun

BUT IT WAS WORTH IT, YOU GUYS. ILY. <3
(and you totally snore. jfyi.)

Dear Gabe Saporta,
if I ever turn into a vegetarian, know that it's partly because of you. Jfyi.
Also, PS. Marry me. Like, now. Like, YESTERDAY now.

Admiring,
me

Dear my phone, yet again,

FUCK YOU. Seriously. ARGH. START WORKING, YOU FREAK. I CANNOT AFFORD ANOTHER REPAITING OF ANOTHER ELECTRONIC THING. SERIOUSLY. I AM TOO ACCIDENT-PRONE FOR THIS. THIS TIME I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!!
I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE!! SEND TEXT MESSAGES!! SAVE RANDOM NOTES IN MY DRAFTS! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

With sadness, rage and murderous instincts,
me

Dear my phone,

just a head's up. No kenttä for two days? NOT COOL.
No kenttä when I get home, where you SHOULD, according to pure logic, be working normally, and have kenttä where-ever I go? EVEN MORE NOT COOL. DEFINITELY NOT COOL.

Very annoyed,
me.

It's the Sun though, and you can never trust a word what they are saying, so PINCH OF SALT, GUYS, PINCH OF SALT!

But, wtf. Anyway. Here it is. GOD THIS BETTER NOT BE TRUE.


McFLY have shelved the release of their new album for over two months while they thrash out a groundbreaking deal with McDonaldÂ’s.

The rock boyband had intended to issue Radio:Active at the end of June — but it will now see the light of day in mid-September.

They were forced to tear up their plans after the burger chain entered into lucrative negotiations to promote their new material.

http://thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/article1309446.ece

"C'mon," Jon says. "Let's go get ice cream or something."

"You should probably put clothes on first. But like, you don't have to. When I grow up, I wanna be a nudist."

Jon pulls his t-shirt on. "You're my favourite," he says.

"Once upon a time, your car used to be mine," Brendon says. "But then it made my devirginizing sex all awkward and caused me to get elbows in my crotch, so now you're my favourite, instead."

"I think," Jon mumbles between kisses, "you just insulted my car. But that's totally okay. You should like me best."


OK FINISHED SQUEEING OVER AWKWARDVIRGIN!BRENDON/JON, now it's almost 3:30, so. SLEEP BUH-BYE. :D

My obsession with jailbait!Patrick and jailbait!Ryan is a little unhealthy. BUT WHO CARES. IT'S AWESOME. *pets jailbait!boys*

NEW FIC REC POST NEXT WEEK, GUYS! Also, I will do the big picspam of gay and link you to it. Because it's gay pride week. :D Also, I will finish the Bountz and the Pyro. I PROMISE.

William stops making out with the empty street long enough to say, "Patrick Stump, get your ass down here and hug the road."

Beside him, Travis chimes in with the ever helpful, "Kiss the mu'fuckin concrete."

Patrick sighs and lays face down beside a grinning Pete. He thinks, and says, "If I die, I want you all to kill yourselves to avenge me."

AHAH FRONT ROW AT PARAMORE SO FUCK YOU ALL!! :P AND WTF BEST FUCKING GIG EVER OH MY GOD TOTALLY FUCKING NOT ELOQUENT WHAT OMG!! AHAHA AND I HAVE THE 'WE WERE BORN FOR THIS' T-SHIRT AND IT'S PRETTY AND GORGEOUS AND I LOVE IT AND IT ALSO SMELLS BECAUSE I WAS SWEATY WHILE IN THE FUCKING FRONT ROW AT THE FUCKING PARAMORE GIG AND OH MY GOD YES I'LL STFU NOW BUT, ONE LAST TIME, FRONT ROW AT PARAMORE HOLY FUCK (%/&¤/&%¤/&%¤/&%¤(%¤TFJHGFJGFDJHGCF JSYK GUYS!!

/insanity

Ahem. Yes. So, PROVINSSI WAS FUCKING AWESOME, WHAT. AND WE HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME WITH ANNA+SALLA+HANNA AND ILY ALL MADLY YEAH JFYI. <3 And then we saw fucking Billy Talent, even though me and Hanna went on a waterhunt and left Anna and Salla to stare at the boys, AHAHA, AND THEN WE SAW FOO FIGHTERS AT FUCKING 8TH ROW )&/6/%46757/&%86¤/97&8%¤9#/%¤i&/)(& JSYK.

/incoherency

YEAH. And now, BOUNTZ + PYRO + PICSPAM OF GAY. KTHNKXBAI.

(YES I KNOW IT'S OLD AS FUCK SUE ME. :P)

Okay, so. First, from a Hush Sound myspace bulletin:

Q: Tell us about your craziest touring experience.

GRETA: On the 2006 Panic Tour, we played the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach [JUNE 24TH]. After the show, most of the bands and crew walked a mile to the beach and, having not brought our swimsuits, decided to swim in underwear or totally nude. Bob and I opted to skinny dip and, at one point, he was trying to get back to the shore but the waves were crashing over him and he was gasping for breath. I yelled to him, 'Bob, are you going to live? As much as I want to help you, we are both naked so I can't.' (Would have been far too awkward). Thankfully, he survived in one glorious piece.

(Just a little note: AHAHAHAHAH GRETA/BOB SQUEEEEE!!! ^____^
Ahem. Moving on.)

THE NEXT DAY (or later that night), June 25th, Ryan Ross posts this journal entry:


6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets weÂ’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.
this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You donÂ’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)
This is why I do it.


RYAN ROSS YOU CANNOT DENY THE FACT THAT A) YOU'RE GAY B) YOU TOTALLY SCREWED BRENDON URIE IN THE SEA/ON THE SHORE C) YOU WROTE A SONG ABOUT IT LATER (see: 'Behind the sea' by Panic at the Disco) AND D) YOU ARE GAY. OHAI I ALREADY MENTIONED THAT. WELL FUCK YOU IT'S WORTH MENTIONING AGAIN. Just, guys. y/y/mfy?

Anyone who dares to tell me that 'Behind The Sea' isn't about this and/or blowjobs shall be bitten. :P