dear world
Nov. 15th, 2007 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mimesereYOU ARE ON NOTICE, OKAY?
jesus murphy, quit with the overwhelming *stupid*.
no love at all,
S.
P.S. Pete Wentz, for STANDING ON A CHAIR LIKE A GIANT DORK TO SUPPORT YOUR BEST FRIEND ON STAGE WITH LUPE FIASCO, YOU WIN TIMES INFINITY.
P.P.S. Patrick Stump, how are you made of such concentrated amazing awesomeness? How are you *real*?
ETA: like, I'm really amazingly irrationally furious right now. I feel oversocialized and there are too many people talking and none of them are spontaneously combusting with the force of my fury and they don't even deserve for me to be angry at them 'cause they're being awesome but oh my god, I want to punch everyone repeatedly in the face until they *cry*. What the hell is this? Where did this even come from? I wasn't this way fifteen minutes ago! I just all of a sudden want to cause mayhem and destruction and I swear to christ if I have another effing bowl of oatmeal again it will be too soon and WHY WON'T PEOPLE SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST FOR MY AMUSEMENT? Is this how supervillains get started? I bet this is how supervillains get started. I...really really want to throw a punch. I'm kind of shaking. WTF IS THIS?
eta2: I have a bag of chips and some lemonade flavored Vitamin water (what up, 50?) and I'm still ridiculously rageful (seriously, there's NO GOOD REASON) and I am supposed to work more on the miracle kidfic au (omg so awesome) but I'm so *angry* and I don't know how to channel that into dystopian bandom/Heroes mashup where Patrick and Lupe Fiasco live together or into dystopian 16 Candles AU-age where Vampire Bill pitches a hissy because of Google. GRAAAAAAR. SHEILA SMASH.
jesus murphy, quit with the overwhelming *stupid*.
no love at all,
S.
P.S. Pete Wentz, for STANDING ON A CHAIR LIKE A GIANT DORK TO SUPPORT YOUR BEST FRIEND ON STAGE WITH LUPE FIASCO, YOU WIN TIMES INFINITY.
P.P.S. Patrick Stump, how are you made of such concentrated amazing awesomeness? How are you *real*?
ETA: like, I'm really amazingly irrationally furious right now. I feel oversocialized and there are too many people talking and none of them are spontaneously combusting with the force of my fury and they don't even deserve for me to be angry at them 'cause they're being awesome but oh my god, I want to punch everyone repeatedly in the face until they *cry*. What the hell is this? Where did this even come from? I wasn't this way fifteen minutes ago! I just all of a sudden want to cause mayhem and destruction and I swear to christ if I have another effing bowl of oatmeal again it will be too soon and WHY WON'T PEOPLE SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST FOR MY AMUSEMENT? Is this how supervillains get started? I bet this is how supervillains get started. I...really really want to throw a punch. I'm kind of shaking. WTF IS THIS?
eta2: I have a bag of chips and some lemonade flavored Vitamin water (what up, 50?) and I'm still ridiculously rageful (seriously, there's NO GOOD REASON) and I am supposed to work more on the miracle kidfic au (omg so awesome) but I'm so *angry* and I don't know how to channel that into dystopian bandom/Heroes mashup where Patrick and Lupe Fiasco live together or into dystopian 16 Candles AU-age where Vampire Bill pitches a hissy because of Google. GRAAAAAAR. SHEILA SMASH.