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

[schmerica]

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:



He looks freaking tiny here, seriously, doesn't he? I think it must be the angle.

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ugh, except I have discovered the flaw in the "Gerard = kitty!" plan, and it is the horribleness of jokes to be made about getting in my lap. SAD.

(The "YOU'RE A KITTY!" is remarkably similar to "YOU'RE GERARD!", though.)