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Dougie. You don't go to perform to the GAY just to get molested by one of the Loose Women. EVEN IF IT'S JUST ON A DARE OR WHATEVER. YOU DON'T GET KISSED BY CAROL FROM LOOSE WOMEN WHILE IN G-A-Y. SHE'S 48, FOR GOD'S SAKE! You get caught kissing Harry backstage, or ON stage, for all I know, and that's allright, since it's GAY. (It's allright otherwise, too.) BUT CAROL? YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. Oh, Dougie.

BOO I'M SO SAD. Watch me weeping. (Jenny actually has proof of this. Well, not proof, since I hope she's not recording our phone conversations - very many awkward moments there, you guys wouldn't believe the amount of times the words 'gay', 'pregnant', 'kinky' and 'freak' appear in our conversations, and I'm not even kidding - but she heard it. Three times. (Or was it two? I forget.) I cried like a baby. I couldn't help it.) I just, guys.

I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DIDN'T MARRY HIM.

BOO, I'M SO SAD. THEY WERE, LIKE, MY ONLY HET OTP. (except for, like, Ryan/Keltie when Brendon and Pete are away being gay with someone else, or each other, and Frank/Jamia because that will never not be absolutely adorable, and Gabe/William, because - oh, wait, what, William isn't a girl! I forget, sorry! (SOMEONE HAD BETTER LAUGHED AT MY JOKE THERE! It was really bad though. :PP) I MEAN, COME ON. I'VE WANTED THEM TO GET MARRIED SINCE... WELL, I DON'T KNOW. EVER!! Forget Jess, forget Dean. SHE SHOULD HAVE MARRIED HIM! So sad, me, now.

I'm gonna cry some more nao.

Phrida sanoo:
I am making cyberspace puppyeyes at you!
Däni. sanoo:
argh
stop making those!
Phrida sanoo:
NOO! THE WRATH OF MY CYBERSPACE PUPPYEYES IS AFTER YOU. They will haunt you in your dreams. They will follow you around whereever you go. JUST GIVE IN TO THE UNDEADLY POWER OF THE CYBERSPACE PUPPYEYES, SUGAR.
Däni. sanoo:
ha
no
Phrida sanoo:
please?
Däni. sanoo:
i'm not falling in them again !
Phrida sanoo:
pleasepleasepleaseplease with a chocolate-covered naked Danny Jones on top?
Däni. sanoo:
AHAHAH
no
Phrida sanoo:
...I don't really know what I can offer you after that, tbh. NOTHING beats a pleasepleaseplease with a naked Danny Jones covered in chocolate on top.


...WELL. NOTHING DOES, SORRY!

ALSO, RYDENNNNNNNNNN. EATING MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN. OWW. Also, I am bored. Also, I am spamming my päiväkirja. Also, I need to stop saying also. \o/

28.07.08 12:58 <ALLS> ARVAA MITÄ MUUTE SÄ OLIT MUN UNES! me poltettii siin unes kirkko:o se oli vähä scary:DDD

...i don't even have anything to say. hands down, I'm speechless. and dying of laughter.


also. OH HAI WILLIAM BECKETT, HOW I LOVE YOUR VOICE.
ALSO ALSO ALSO. I don't know. I was going to say something. I lost it. Damn. :D

EDIT: Now I remember. Louis Armstrong - ISN'T ACTUALLY NAMED LOUIS, BUT LANCE. Lance Armstrong. And he isn't even French. He's from bloody TEXAS. God, I got so disappointed. Apparently I know no famous Frenchmen, sorry. Oh Louis, how you have failed me.

'Radio:Active will be out September 22, and the second single will now be Lies. Besides Lies, the songs "Four Colossal", "Another One Goes Down", and "The End" will also be in the deluxe version.
In "Another One Goes Down", a part of the lyrics are
"And every time I fall asleep my dreams are haunted, everytime I close my eyes I'm not alone, I cry everytime I'm right back where you wanted, I try to drown you out so another one goes down."
For those who already have the DVD that came with the One For The Radio singles, you know that this song is a reply to "She Falls Asleep", and it promises to be one of the best songs in the album.
The End, along with Corrupted, is another song that was written when Tom was in Los Angeles with a group of composers called "The Matrix".'

hjf&%¤%¤#&%YUTRU6EWTRUYGAWSKFJSGI6QWQERUWEQTR&/¤&/%#&%¤(/ BRB DYING

bumble_85 says:
Still not sent McPost but you get other things with it too now hehe

...DID I MENTION I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE NAOMI?? Yeah, I think I did. BB mentioning it again. <3

'cause seriously. RYAN ROSS. I mean, I love and adore Ryan Ross. Ryan Ross makes my day every day. Ryan Ross is up on my fucking wall! And HE'S HUGGING PARIS HILTON. I JUST. I CAN'T TAKE IT. MY EYEEEEES, OUCH.

I probably shouldn't be laughing this loud at this. I don't know if I'm more freaked out or amused. :''''''DDDD

(I love confusedface!Jon with his mandals though. <3)

1. ‘10 Kisses, or Why Pete Wentz shouldn’t be left anywhere near MySpace, LiveJournal and every other kind of blogging website’
Pete is a FBR whore and kisses a whole bunch of people, but he still loves Patrick the most. &heartseyes
Quote: “Pete.” Patrick closes his eyes and tries to ignore the way he can still taste Pete’s coffee on his own lips. “You’re not making out with a sexually confused teenager just to complete this stupid game.”
http://jen-jm.livejournal.com/68573.html

2. The Principle Of The Matter
Jailbait!Patrick and awesomesauce Pete, NC-17. Short, cute, and inexplainably hot. 'Pretty In Pink' is also mentioned, which automatically makes it awesome. Pete is \o/!, and Pattycake makes me want to squish someone.
Quote: "Kiss or no shirt."
http://miserylovedme.livejournal.com/23452.html

3. We could make beautiful music together - 18 (Glenview)
Jailbait!Patrick returns. DUN DUN DUN DAH! NC-17, Patrick puts up an ad on craigslist, and a certain peterpanxoxo answers to it. awkward dates and awesome pete ensues. Also, as always is the case with jailbait!Patrick, he makes me flail.
Quote: "So unless you've got bodies buried in your crawlspace," Pete added, "you're pretty much not getting rid of me."
Patrick opened and closed his mouth a few times. Finally he said, "We don't have a crawlspace."
http://iphignia939.livejournal.com/238292.html

4. Sleep Like Music
Patrick reached his sexual peak on a Thursday afternoon. NC-17. This is actually all I'm gonna say. (ALSO, ASHTON KUTCHER APPEARS. THIS IS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME GLEEFACE THE REST OF THE YEAR.)
Quote: "This sucks," Pete said. "Do you want to make out in the bathroom?"
http://valerie-z.livejournal.com/793393.html

5. Let The Record Show
NC-17. Patrick is drunk, Pete is horny. The van is empty, and Pete has a camera. Nothing good can ever come out of it, and yet this is so, so, so, so good, you guys.
Quote: "Ooh, hey, I can zoom," Patrick says, brightening. "Look, everyone, it's Pete's dick."
http://adellyna.livejournal.com/350184.html

6. It May Be A Side Effect Of The Exposure, But I'm Thinking It's Meant To be
Okay, so. What is this strange addiction I have with jailbait!Patrick? I do not know, but it's eating my brain and I love every single second of it. Anyway, this has high school, Pete still in Arma Angelus, and a crapload of text messages. I just. Flail, guys.
Quote: 'its lunchtime, lets get sammiches and then get married, Pete sends during fifth period. (..) 'I’m at school, dumbass, I can’t marry you right now. Also, lunch was an hour ago', he sends back a minute later.
http://thirdonebetween.livejournal.com/6197.html

THERE YOU GO, YOU GREEDY... PERSON. Also, all of you who don't ship Peterick? Start doing it. NAO. Read those, seriously. YOU'LL THANK ME ONE DAY, BWHA HA HA HAA. :DD

so, I'm thinking I'll sign up to the fic-a-thon thing at McFlyslash. BUT! there is a big but(t). (AHAH did you laugh? No, I thought as much. I did though. I have wanted to make a butt joke for years, no lie, so just bare with me. THERE WILL BE LOADS OF THOSE COMING, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also, I need to focus on what I'm talking about instead of making brackets longer than my entry. I'll stfu now.) so, here is the BUT.

I need people. Not to tell me what to write, because if you try to tell me what to write I'll chop your toes off with one of those machete things, and I'm not even kidding, I promise I will do it, but. I need someone to whine to, to use as a ballplank for my ideas. Someone that will listen to me going hours and hours about the thing I'm working on without asking me to kindly shut the fuck up nao, or tell me 'no, this and this is how you do it, you big loser', because then toe-chopping will ensue and nobody wants that. If I want to screw up, let me do it my way! Someone that will tell me to not just forget it and remind me to kindly work on it when I'm trying to get out of it. I NEED MY FRIENDS, WHAT. this is my creative process, people. this is how it works, this is how it always has worked, this is how it always will work! i will always need people to take all my ranting without complaints, because that's how I work. (also; man, is it gonna be hard for me to find a husband some day. AHAH.)

wow, sorry. I needed to get that out of my system. man, i feel good now. anyone? aanyone of all the people I know?

Also, Zac Efron needs to stop appearing in my dreams. I CANNOT TAKE IT. GO AWAYYYYYYYYYY.

ahah. I need to stop screaming whenever something good happens. my neighbours just knocked on the door and asked if everything was fine, because they heard some odd screaming from here fifteen minutes ago. they also said that they heard weird noises from here a few days ago, and did I know what that was all about?
I WAS SO EMBARRASSED, GUYS. SO EMBARRASSED. they wouldn't go away before I admitted that today was me just screaming because I opened the Royal Air Mail envelope and found my tickets. GAAAAAH. i need to stop humiliating myself in front of my neighbours, omg. I NEED TO STOP IT. *headdesk*

on another note; IT'S 29,3 C INSIDE MY HOUSE. WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. I'M DYING HERE, GUYS, DYING. BOILING. ARGH.

oh, and also:
Frida: well, name someone famous and French.
Alisa: ...um.
F: Napoleon!
A: duh.
F: okay, well... Neil Armstrong?
A: didn't he fly to the moon?
F: oh, damn. the other Armstrong?
A: Louis?
F: THAT'S THE ONE! he was French! the biker!
A: was he?
F: or did he just bike the Tour de France?

WELL, WHAT. YOU NAME SOMEONE FAMOUS AND FRENCH, IT'S NOT THAT EASY.