IRC-Galleria

You know, I have never appreciated my phone as much as I do now, after having been without it for two weeks. IT'S BACK, COMPLETELY RENEWED. I HAVE MISSED YOU, PHONE! DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN! <33

EDIT: The text message writing program has erased all the swear words I installed it to know. Huh. o______O (DAMN, I had JUST taught it to write 'fuck' without me having to type it in every single time, and now I have to start all over again! Argh. :DD)

OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. THIS CRACKS ME UP. It gets funnier and funnier every time you watch it! :DD

He's Turned Emo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xilOgjeEwPg

Have stopped randomly puking strawberries. I am hoping this is a good sign. CONCUSSION, GO AWAY. BITCH.

Also, concussion stopped both ryden!writing and recpost!writing for today, so. BLAME THE MAST, GUYS. BLAME THE LAWS OF GRAVITY. THEY HATE ME.
My brain actually hurts. And I can't type to write Ryden, because polka dots are dancing before my eyes and I can't see the keyboard properly. I am mis-spelling half of this and have to go back and correct it, ARGH KILLKILLDIEDIE. It sucks my you-know-what. Just saying.

wow jesus FUCK, getting a sailboat mast in the head really fucking HURTS. just saying. the laws of gravity hate me.
now I have a dent the size of a big grape on the top of my head, and there are streams of bright light blinking before my eyes, I feel like I'm high or something cause guys, the pain is making me feel all floaty, and I puke up everything I eat. aivotärähdys rocks my socks.

NOT.

WTF MY COUSIN IS ENGAGED.

“I’m not feeling particularly humanitarian at the moment,” Gerard says honestly. “Fry the motherfucker.”

Damn. DAMN. This fic kind of owns my soul. Just saying. <3

Also, picture. OH HAI GABE. *dies a little*

EDIT: Great now it's making me cry too. JESUS! <3

Because my brain has been imploding with stuff to say the last few days, but the galleria has been a wanker, here comes the most random post in ages. :D
First off - Patricksitting will never ever stop being one of my favourite Petericks EVER. I swear. It's my ITD in the FOB bandom, no lie. I mean, you guys. GUYS.
Second - I hate picking strawberries. Eating them? FIne by me. But picking them? Suck my you-know-what, I hate it. Seriously.
Third - I love my Ryden. I want to have its babies. You guys are gonna love it. /shameless plugging :D
No, seriously. I'm not sure if it's that good, actually, but I love it anyway. Also, my head is kind of imploding with all the fic going on in there. My fingers can't type fast enough to keep up. Ahah. Also, Däni, I love you very much so. Also, Ryan Ross, I love you for all the dirty innuendos I can include in this. Don't ever change, kid.
Fourth - KSAJGFKGSFKH I FINALLY SENT THE FUCKING THING AND NOW I AM GOING TO DIE BEFORE I GET THE REPLY AAAHH SO SO FREAKED OUT CAPSLOCK CAPSLOCK KEYSMASH (/%6/&%2¤(3/&¤(/¤(!!!!!!!!. Jsyk.
Fifth - Naomi promised to immediately send me the McFly demo thing when she gets it. I LOVE HER, GUYS. HUGS AND KISSES xETERNITY!
Sixth - I'm pretty sure there was a nr. 6 to this. I cannot for the life of me remember it, though. Ahah. :D

AHAH MY GALLERIA IS BACK, BITCHES! (with an oletuskuva that actually DOES show my face. LOL. :DDDDDDDD)

Fic. Making me cry. Like, buckets. You have no idea.