Also, I stubbed my toe. Ow.
--Kerrang has leaked a list of song titles for Vices and Virtues. People are losing their shit over the fact that "Nearly Witches" is on the list. I'm going to put myself out there and say that I really, really doubt "Nearly Witches" will actually be on Brendon and Spencer's album. I mean, okay, I could be wrong, but I still doubt it.
--I keep meaning to tell you all about my own personal Brendon Urie. He's so adorable, you guys. He works at the super fancy toy store near my cafe and I just want to keep him as a pet. He's tiny and dark eyed and ridiculously polite and sweet and enthusiastic about everything, and a total hotass. He's the personification of every happy-go-lucky Brendon ever written, and I love him. Every time I see him in his tight t-shirts and his capris and his flip-flops being sincere and adorable, I think, "I love it when my own personal Brendon Urie comes in for coffee!" And I also think, "I wish I had a penis so I could put it in his mouth." Because, well, yes.
--I actually would like a full version of "Nearly Witches" now that I think about it. But I still don't think it fits with the whole, "We made it all by ourselves!" vibe that Brendon and Spencer have going. I just can't see them putting a song that's pretty much all Ryan on Vices and Virtues.
--I realized today that I strongly dislike most children. I realize this once or twice a month, so it's not like it was an epiphany. And actually, it's not that I strongly dislike most children, it's that I strong dislike most of their parents.
--Red wine is delicious.
--I keep writing myself reminders in sharpie on the inside of my left wrist. Today's said, Be kind. Because that's not my default mode; my default mode is efficient and intolerant of bullshit, and then I'm often not as kind to people as I could be because I find them annoying. Yesterday's reminder was, Get over yourself. The day before that was, Chaos is not the enemy. That one probably won't ever really sink in.
--I keep meaning to tell you all about my own personal Brendon Urie. He's so adorable, you guys. He works at the super fancy toy store near my cafe and I just want to keep him as a pet. He's tiny and dark eyed and ridiculously polite and sweet and enthusiastic about everything, and a total hotass. He's the personification of every happy-go-lucky Brendon ever written, and I love him. Every time I see him in his tight t-shirts and his capris and his flip-flops being sincere and adorable, I think, "I love it when my own personal Brendon Urie comes in for coffee!" And I also think, "I wish I had a penis so I could put it in his mouth." Because, well, yes.
--I actually would like a full version of "Nearly Witches" now that I think about it. But I still don't think it fits with the whole, "We made it all by ourselves!" vibe that Brendon and Spencer have going. I just can't see them putting a song that's pretty much all Ryan on Vices and Virtues.
--I realized today that I strongly dislike most children. I realize this once or twice a month, so it's not like it was an epiphany. And actually, it's not that I strongly dislike most children, it's that I strong dislike most of their parents.
--Red wine is delicious.
--I keep writing myself reminders in sharpie on the inside of my left wrist. Today's said, Be kind. Because that's not my default mode; my default mode is efficient and intolerant of bullshit, and then I'm often not as kind to people as I could be because I find them annoying. Yesterday's reminder was, Get over yourself. The day before that was, Chaos is not the enemy. That one probably won't ever really sink in.