Waiting on the Apocalypse

Seriously.

No amount of Brendon wearing bear-hoodies or Frank looking genuinely happy/excited/hyper could prepare me for the hell that is tomorrow.

Two words for you, my lovelies.

IPHONE LAUNCH.

Twelve straight hours of iPhone induced INSANITY.

Even though I know it has been DECADES since I have written, I really must end it here. I need to rest up for the carnage sun-up will bring.

Next Installment: Panic! concert. because it has been a month and I have yet to write so much as a word about it. ALSO, WARPED tour! Now in TECHNICOLOR!

....if this is the apocalypse, does that make me one of Satan's henchmen?

Bad ass.