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IHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEIHIHIHHEHEHEHEHHEHEH OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I THINK I'LL DIE.

partly because I've only got one Burana left, but mostly because OMFG RYAN BRENDON JON SPENCER ILU SO HARD OMFG jdklJKJFHkjKJFALKSJDHGLKSHMNB A,MNBSGFDKJga,m frrrrrrreeeeeeeeakout EEEEEEP KTHNKXBBYE<3

PRETTY. ODD.

OMFG.

YES. YES. YESYESYES. JUST, YES. <3

how lovely. now I can't chew anything. so YAY, I'm on a friggin' soup-and-tea-diet until God knows when. FUCK.

anyone come to think about anything you can eat without chewing it? 'cause I need something other than frickin' chicken soup and dksjfhaalsndg,mnsmnbgaJHSDFKJHS kthnkxbye<3

Nosebleeding. NOSEBLEEDING?!?!!?! You've got to be FRICKIN' KIDDING ME!!?!?!

Fucking perv. Fucking perv whoÂ’d stolen my heart with all his fucking pervy-ness and apparently made me so obvious about it that, between Brendon and me (and donÂ’t think we havenÂ’t seen all those looks between our boss and little Mikey Way), Pete might as well rename the label Degaydence.



HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OMG : DDDDDD this just saved this day from being totally wank-shit-buggering absolutely awfully horrible. thankyouuu Gabe for being so gay<3

I managed to smile at him. “Well, maybe you should just give in and become a flaming homosexual then, sweet-pea.”

He laughed, at which point I realized I had just said that out loud, Jesus fucking Christ and screw you, voice.

fast wireless, my arse. this thing is slow as fuck.

so if you don't hear from me that much before monday, it's because I'm trapped in a cold house outside Porvoo, with a toothache that is killing me - or at least keeping me from sleep, and food, and talking, and all that kinda stuff - and a wireless connection from sometime around the stone age. so, fuck yay. thank god for slash saved on the computer and Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

it works occasionally, though, like now, which gives me great opportunities to listen to more music and read Pudd, Junes and Gabilliam smut. HEE. -insert fangirl flail here-

My cheek is swollen up to twice it's size. How lovely. I look like something from a horror movie. I look like frickin' Elephant Man!!!

I can't sleep, 'cause my face is killing me and taking 2 Panadol doesn't help anymore. Fuck you, teeth, that's all I can say. Fuck you.

I LOVE MY DREAMS. I REALLY TRULY LOVE THEM. I'M GOING TO BE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO MY SUBCONSCIOUSNESS FOR MAKING ME DREAM ABOUT RYAN FOUR NIGHTS IN A ROW. EEEEEEEP THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU<33

my phone is fucking with me. damn.

ryan ross' voice kills me. no, really, it does. screw the pain in my mouth; hearing him sing really kills me. IN THE BEST OF WAYS. <3