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OH HAI BOYS, HOW SO HOT YET AGAIN? HOW? HOW SUCH AN AWESOME VIDEO? It isn't fair, I tell you. (Ily anyway, so. <3)

On another note; I'm stuck with the wireless of doom in Porvoo. BHA HA HAAAA. :D I'll still do the fic rec post tomorrow (maybe not) or on Tuesday. SERIOUSLY GUYS, so much shiny pretty fic! *pokes* \o/ You guys have no idea. I've been crying, like, fountains today, reading some of those. AAH <3

On yet another note, I just have to say once again that I kind of love you guys and your crappy epic inside jokes. ALWAYSANDFOREVER<3

(P.S Third day in a row, and Slow Motion is still the king of my playlist. It outrules everything else. YOU GUYS. It makes my heart hurt. <3)

I just, you guys. ILY. ILY SO BAD. <3

THIS IS ALL.

(MAN THIS IS A GOOD DAY FOR BANDOM LOVING!)

Q: What's your favourite shape?
A: Mine's a Patrick.

Q: X-ray vision or bionic hearing?
A: It's easy to hear people talking shit. I'd rather check out Patrick in his boxers with little heart prints on 'em. So vision I guess.

Q: (To Pete) Patrick, Andy, and Joe are all in a burning tent. Who do you save?
A: They went camping without me? Let those motherf**kers burn.

Q: What are your thoughts on Simple Plan? Hottest member?
A: I'd kiss David. I'd probably have to get him wasted first.

Q: Does Patrick keep his hat on during sex?
A: It depends where we're having it.

BRENDON FUCKING URIE, YOUR VOICE.

OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BRENDON URIE.

so, okay, kids. listening to ciwwaf - 'time' really fucking loud (and I'm not even kidding, REALLY. FUCKING. LOUD.) on repeat all day long (yeah even at work, yeah I'm an addict, yeah sue me), first in the headphones and now with the stereos on repeat, again and again and again and again, is just. okay. so much better than yoga or meditation. just saying.

I kind of want to have 'rotation's babies. like really badly. OH SHAANT, YOUR VOICE. YOUR FUCKING V O I C E. every time. UNF.

on another random note, chester bennington? your voice kills me, too. yeah. jfyi.

/insanely random pointless bandom babbling

OMG I won't even start on what a sucky bad-arse horrible awful goddamn black day I have had today. Read my angsty LJ-post of angsty doom if you want to know, but you don't. It just makes you cry. It makes me cry, guys.
So. Just. UNGH. UNGH UNGH UNGH I feel like running into a wall.

Oh, wait. I did that already.

OK WELL WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT HORRIBLE DAY, I'LL STFU AND LEAVE YOU WITH THIS PICTURE. UNF. HOW SO HOT, BOYS? HOW?
Danny's feet are weird though. It's okay. I love him anyway.

wake up 8:20 (35 minutes after killing the alarm clock - I have no memory of this though), out the door 8:23, take the train 8:31, be at work 9:05 = my day.

yeah, it sucks.

dear f-list,
that's right, give me huge amounts of slash and music and yummy entries to read THE ONE NIGHT WHEN I HAD DECIDED TO GO TO BED EARLY. thanks a fuck, really.

annoyed (but secretly gleefacing),
me

what also amuses me highly is that when I came home, Däni had folded the clothes she had borrowed to sleep in neatly and nicely while Jenny had just thrown hers whereever :DD you guys, it looked hilarious. really. :D

I want ice cream.

but then again I don't.

I WANT TEA!!