a brief letter to me

Dear Me,

It's a bad idea to write fic that is nothing but non-heternormative affection between the racially and ethnically diverse non-emo people in bandom out of spite. You are better than that.

No, really. You are.

Oh, who are we kidding? You're totally not better than that.

Love,
Me.

P.S. No vids, though. But only because you don't have enough footage.

P.P.S. Brendon Urie is of my people? REALLY? Does that mean I have to forgive him for "Karma Police" and not vow to destroy him and all that he loves for what he did to that song?

In other news:
The three albums I have enjoyed most this year? Kanye West's Graduation, Fall Out Boy's Infinity on High, Muse's Black Holes and Revelations.

stuff and nonsense, sound and fury, etc etc etc

I am actually a little bored here and I'm sitting in the dark (HILARITY, let me tell you about it sometime - no, really, I totally need to get on making a filter for this), and just kind of amused at humanity in general when I'm not being RAGINGLY BITTER. But that's pretty par for my particular course.

I'm going to the Angels vs Cleveland game tomorrow and lunchiness on Sunday, which is totally super and exciting. Though it's terribly social and also scary and means I will want to hide in a cave for a while to recharge and regain my antisocial, misanthropic equilibrium. Hah, I'm kidding. Really. I am sunshine and sweetness and light and I have no tendencies toward wanting to punch people repeatedly and gleefully.

So, anyway. A meme type thing, gacked from vampyreranger:

Reply here with any question or comment, anything you've always wanted to tell me, you always wanted me to know, anything you always wanted to know. Anon or not, however you want.