Jun 11, 2009 20:49
So, is BBB stealing everyone's lives or is it just me? Lucky this happens now, as I'm starting work on Monday and I don't think the constant sleep deprivation would buy me brownie points with the new employer. And yeah, it's Starbucks. How cool's that? When I told my parents, my mom nearly wet herself in excitement, so apparently the secret to making your folks happy is to completely fuck up your life, abandon your college education, quit your job, make an album that costs all the money you ever made. After that, landing a minimum wage job makes them proud. Wish I'd known that secret to success a while ago.
Jon's still not really talking to me, even though I'm now in on the secrets behind the widowhood (that a word?), but I get a lot of random flashes of naked, bleeding, chained-up Ryan at moments when I really find them very inapropriate. I want that gone by Monday, too. Also, someone went and wrote a Slaveverse, so you can maybe guess what I'm gonna spend the next couple of hours reading. Whee.
P.S: Funny how it goes, but Frank Iero of all people turned me on to the new Decemberists album. He's right. Genius.
Edit: yay, writing happening. Pete's my very favourite right now. I couldn't quite picture him and all of a sudden he's right there like bam, in the usual Wentz way, with a stable of incredibly pretty naked boys, making Jon the failiest and most embarrassed party guest ever. Epic fun.
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