I want you to ride me like a pony, babe, right into the sunset

[kalpurna]

SO, you know who I think should be written into some bandom fic, despite having no connection that I know of to any of these wacky boys? MATT NATHANSON. He's adorable, and nice, and smart, and he banters! Check him out! 1|2|3|4Which, ftr, that last little number? Was CLEARLY written for Patrick when they were on tour somewhere, fucking around

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[shoemaster]

So is there like, any REASON he would interact with the bandslash types? Because I'd never heard of him before this morning.

and that is a TOTALLY wretched idea, but you know <3

[kalpurna]

Pfffft LOGISTICS. He's a musician dude! They could have totally met somehow maybe.

YAY WRETCH IDEAS! I think my absolute favorite thing in the world is wretched, awful, clichéd ideas, executed really well. Not that I would execute this one particularly well, which is why someone else should write it for me!

[shoemaster]

Maybe Patrick went to see him at a club in LA or something, where Matt is recording his new album or something. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

Too true. But, you know, that some one is so not going to be me.

Did I tell you my Economics professor asked me what Muskrat Jamboree was?

[kalpurna]

TOTALLY. THAT MAKES SENSE!

Siiiiigh why do I not have minions

NO WHAT WTF TELL ME MORE

[shoemaster]

she was standing by my table all bored like, while the class took a quiz and I always finish fast? So she asked "What's Muskrat Jamboree?"

Me: A convention?

Prof: Of Muskrats?

Me: Uhm, no. It's a long story.

[kalpurna]

that explains NOTHING, DUDE! HOW DID SHE HEAR THE PHRASE???

[shoemaster]

MY BUTTON.

IT'S GO TIME (with an ARROW pointing DOWN). It was on my bag and you know, not inside my underwear so she read it!

Also, why did you get off of gmail? LAMETARD

[kalpurna]

OH

I GET IT NOW

I THOUGHT SHE FOUND YOUR LJ, AND YOU WERE JUST BIZARRELY UN-FREAKED-OUT

don't feel like gmail chatting right now, SORRY, THEM'S THE BREAKS

I think I might be getting sick. :( :( :(

[shoemaster]

AHAHA. NO. My level of freaking would be SKY HIGH.

See, when you don't say goodbye or anything, I can't tell if you've been kicked off and just haven't noticed or what. I JUST WONDER. Maybe GABE SAPORTA GRABBED YOU AND THREW YOU IN HIS BASEMENT. It's probably cooler in there, today.

Aww, you should have some soup. And drink juice. (I will die of shock if you have either one of those items in your room)

[kalpurna]

I AM GABE-SAPORTA-FREE, THNKS FR TH CNCRN

I am in MEELA'S room right now, and yet, no soup or juice to be found here either. Soon we will go to dinner, though, and I will have some juice! but probably not soup, b/c it is insanely hot out!

[shoemaster]

JST CHCKNG

Oh, you kind of have a point.

Uhm, so Rob is done, I just don't know what's going on with Bert. I wish I could think of something OTHER than Bert. Maybe Roberto lives in Mexico and is a drug king. I DON'T KNOW.

[kalpurna]

NO? WHAT. THIS IDEA IS CRAZY AND I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE ACTUALLY WRITING IT WTF

Write the Robin one

[shoemaster]

Dude this has been SO EASY and could very well SUCK, but WHATEVs

OMG, I can't believe I almost forgot about that one.

[kalpurna]

You are craaazy.

[shoemaster]

yeah, whatever Spencer's mean exboyfriend girl

[kalpurna]

gasp

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