friends list, you complete me.

Sickly + off to work = MEME TIME. From pirateygoodness

You are the _____ to my _______. It works like this: Basically, comment telling me that I am the (SOMETHING) to your (SOMETHING). I.e. if they think of you as a good friend, they may say you are the Ron Weasley to their Harry Potter. Or if you're lovers, they could say that you are the Tuxedo Mask to their Sailor Moon. Get it? Pretty simple. And then, as memes are like contagious diseases, spread it in your own journal!

word on the street is, he came here to make us dance tonight.

Here is what I knew about Ashlee Simpson, prior to getting into bandom, solely from the magical of cultural osmosis:

1) Her sister is an idiot
2) She lip-synched on some show
3) She got a nose job

Here is the increased knowledge of Ashlee Simpson I have gained since getting into bandom:

1) She and Pete Wentz are incredibly fucking adorable together, my goodness.

During my bus ride home today it occurred to me that an icon of Gabe Saporta looking adorable with the caption "Human Garbage!" would be hilarious. You know. To me. Probably no one else.

My cell phone is on the fritz again. This makes me sad! Largely because my primary way of entertaining myself during breaks at work is usually to send text messages to people and implore them to tell me entertaining things about Pete Wentz. Sigh.

I've reached a point where I can't remember always who has friended me back and who hasn't, so I'm never sure when I'm leaving stupid caps-locked eager comments in people's journals if I'm doing so as a known and welcome entity or kind-of-creepy stranger. Oops.

(Which reminds me! Hi, people. If I don't have you friended, you're still welcome to friend me; you don't have to ask. Whether I have you friended or not, you're welcome to comment on any of my posts. If I'm posting something publically, it's because I want to have a conversation about it. I love comments.)

In conclusion, I leave you with this:

( GEE WAY. WHY SO PRECIOUS. )

an itch you can't scratch (frank/bob)

An Itch You Can't Scratch
by Pearl-o

My Chemical Romance. Frank/Bob. 1000 words, PG.

For ficbyzee. Thank you to etben for reading it over.

( Dear Bob, here are some things that suck about Europe )