I've downgraded my dream loves from zombies to Pete Wentz. Yes. I had a steamy dream about Pete fucking Wentz this morning. I was selling him a book? I think he was sort of the popular guy in school who'd already hooked up with all my friends, and I served him at a bookshop, and he discussed The Manchurian Candidate with me (I've neither seen the ( Read more... )

It is hard to truly express in words how little I care about Pete Wentz. Here is my Wentz-olution: I saw the clip for that Arms Race song and I thought "Oooh, the bassist is kinda cute, but why is he in, like, every single shot?" (I had seen other FOB clips, but I didn't pay any attention to them ever, so, idk). And then I said to Trav "Hey, he's ( Read more... )