I may switch to subsisting entirely on clementines. I just thought everyone should know. Maybe my skin will turn orange!
Also. Dear My Chemical Romance: You're the shit. No really. If I ever need my life saved, you'll be the first number I call. Mikey, my darling, I love your terrible terrible terrible hair.
And just to make it all complete, Joey Fatone, you sexy thing. Never change.
(PS: I showed
this comic to my roommate and she laughed and said, "Wow! It's like the most
joyfulseeker comic ever!" Make of that what you will. xkcd, possibly divining my
true self?)