you see a wile, you thwart, right?

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-Hah. My flight to New Orleans for Voodoo shall not be thwarted by my debit card! Huzzah!

-One week until Muse, I am so excited, LA LA LA. ladysorka, are we definitely doing Street Scene on Saturday? 'cause I need to buy my ticket, man. And also 10 days til I can buy tickets for FOB/GCH.

-My tendency toward mawkishly overwrought melodrama has to be curbed by other people, man. Left to my own devices, it's all touching and consumptive death scenes and heroic self-sacrifice and crying. No, I don't know where that comes from either. It betrays my cool and jaded cynical exterior and must be stopped. Possibly with zombies. (I'm kind of a marshmallow, I admit. I totally cry at the end of Titanic. Well, I used to. Now my mean grinchy heart just laughs. No, I still have not read/seen How The Grinch Stole Christmas. I fail at childhood.)

-Patrick Stump = still the best. The. Best. Pretty much at this point he would have to axe murder kittens to cease being The Best. (Patrick/Rihanna you guys. SERIOUSLY.)

-I need to replace my copies of The Princess Bride and Good Omens. hm. Now I need food, though.

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Seriously, like, not even as a crazy tinhat 'shipper or anything, the amazing amount of love Pete has for Patrick and that Patrick has for Pete as best friends just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Oh, boys. You make my heart grow three sizes.