I swear to fucking God if the three tiny inches of snow we got tonight makes Cobra Starship cancel Thursdays show, I am going to Q&A Wentz and tell him that he's signed pussies, not rockstars.
And What the hell was that last entry all about? I am starting to feel like Pete with the not remembering what I am writing. Nobody ever let me watch 'Stranger Than Fiction' again or I might end up standing on desks and spiting in tissues.
So the Apocalypse is here. Huh. I expected more fire and brimstone.
Instead it's freakish weather and a conspicuous lack of PStump sideburns.
Oh, and regarding Peter's last (mysteriously deleted) post?
"I have so much i want to share but currently i am falling apart due to somethings outside of your ability to care. so dont [think] about it. i'm not whining, just wanted to keep you informed. more if we make it through."
My theory is that he was having an existential crisis over the recent 'burnicide commited by one Patrick Martin Stumph. Understandable, what with it's contribution to the coming of the apocalypse.
My Weekend (Good Riddance) Crush
22 hours ago
2 comments:
Omg, I got an account! I even got the name I wanted! :|
[this is troh obv]
I hate snow.
Idk what else to write.
I'm just here to tell you that I got a blog. xD
'BURNICIDE. D: D: D: D:
I think some serious stress-eating may be in order here. *grabs bad labeled 'Emergency Cookies'*
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