dear pete wentz...
...and the rest of the internets-
one. pete and ashlee are hosting a NYE party? either a) they're going to prove the world right and bromo/deuce/four/pear/luxury automobile wentz is going to grow up on tv or b) they're going to prove the world right and be your typical celebrity parents.
two. that kid is going to have nothing but fursuits until he's old enough to passably wear girl jeans. see three.
three. pete, your effing furritude, for real. i can't even. you are a special case, i can't try to imagine what it's like to be your therapist. "let's talk about the costumes again today, peter."
four. bot!patrick would totally not let bot!frank call his human kids retarded or special or slow. they're only *human*. why can i not stop thinking about robots.
five. also, FOB is kind of on my UGH list right now. the line up/ticket rules for the show at GAMH were emailed out today, and just. ugh. i am not sure there are enough flasks in the world for this. but! i get to finish my bandom show blackout bingo square with the effing crown jewel free space. prior to the show on the 21st, i have seen: bamboozle left 08, honda civic 08, my chem again @ house of blues, rock band 2, bill and travis' bogus tour, gym class w/estelle & roots, and cobra. and now fall out boy at a small show in san francisco, and my heart is a lot twitchy about that even if they are making this show impossible and putting themselves on my stfu list.
six. unrelated to pete wentz: my skin is freaking out again, can't sleep, blech. the physical manifestations of stress do not rock even slightly.
seven. i still cannot comprehend how this fandom is so amazing and unbelievably ridiculous to the point that the only possible explanation is that we have made it up with our minds. with our *minds*.
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one. pete and ashlee are hosting a NYE party? either a) they're going to prove the world right and bromo/deuce/four/pear/luxury automobile wentz is going to grow up on tv or b) they're going to prove the world right and be your typical celebrity parents.
two. that kid is going to have nothing but fursuits until he's old enough to passably wear girl jeans. see three.
three. pete, your effing furritude, for real. i can't even. you are a special case, i can't try to imagine what it's like to be your therapist. "let's talk about the costumes again today, peter."
four. bot!patrick would totally not let bot!frank call his human kids retarded or special or slow. they're only *human*. why can i not stop thinking about robots.
five. also, FOB is kind of on my UGH list right now. the line up/ticket rules for the show at GAMH were emailed out today, and just. ugh. i am not sure there are enough flasks in the world for this. but! i get to finish my bandom show blackout bingo square with the effing crown jewel free space. prior to the show on the 21st, i have seen: bamboozle left 08, honda civic 08, my chem again @ house of blues, rock band 2, bill and travis' bogus tour, gym class w/estelle & roots, and cobra. and now fall out boy at a small show in san francisco, and my heart is a lot twitchy about that even if they are making this show impossible and putting themselves on my stfu list.
six. unrelated to pete wentz: my skin is freaking out again, can't sleep, blech. the physical manifestations of stress do not rock even slightly.
seven. i still cannot comprehend how this fandom is so amazing and unbelievably ridiculous to the point that the only possible explanation is that we have made it up with our minds. with our *minds*.
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