filth, filth, npr

There comes a point in every finals week where you have to face the sad fact that you are kind of a disgusting human being. For me, that point was this morning, when I woke up, sat up in bed and looked around, and thought, "Wow, I am living in filth. I am two weeks and a bad haircut away from being a Way in a tour van. *shudders*"

I mean, God knows I've already matched their caffeine consumption levels.

In other Way-related news, while talking to Bex the other day I came to the conclusion that Gerard Way was one of those teenage boys who a) masturbated all the time but b) always did it the same way. So that when he got older and actually was starting to have regular partner sex it was still the only way he could get off.

I love this idea so much that I'm releasing it into the wild.

*nudges baby fanon to the edge of the nest*

*shooey hands*

Fly, baby fanon, fly! ROAM FREE!

...Yeah.

Now I'm going to go listen to the latest Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me podcast and embroider my weekly fantasy about Gerard being a guest for the Not My Job segment.

(Pete Wentz would also be an awesome guest, but Gerard would be the MOST awesome.)

pete's come is adding to his head

( Once again it is time for fun with the haiku generator! )