kalpurna

I slept from 8:30 PM last night through to 2:00 PM today.

So the recent anonymeme was that classic mixture of "lulzy" and "OMG SOMEONE HOLD MY PURSE WHILE I FIGHT A BITCH VICKY-T DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A MAN." My actual favorite comment of the entire thing happened on the very first page, and this is what it said:

Ray has horrible thighs and shows them off too much. He thinks he's so great.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD AMAZING. Ray Toro: Virgin Who Can't Drive is only a logical extension of this hilarious thought. You think you're too cool for school, Ray Toro, but I've got news for you: YOU AREN'T!!

(Anyone who comments on CERTAIN FAILURES of mine in said anonymeme is going to make me cry so you know, you have that on your conscience. At least I deleted the first one before anyone saw it oh goddd. AT LEAST RACHEL UNDERSTANDS ME.)

Tonight I'm going to have a sleeeeeepover with quettaser! Get jealous.

I am so absurdly charmed by Pete Wentz trying to figure out how to make a heart-shaped hickey for the past 15 years of his life. UGH SHUT THE FUCK UP ILU.

My New Year's resolution is to post more about my own life and less about Pete Wentz's. This may make my journal even more boring than it already is. My other New Year's resolution is to write a Greta/Gabe manifesto, unless shoemaster gets off her ass and does it first. They've never met, you say? DO YOU THINK THIS WILL STOP ME? (Answer: no, no it will not.) IN CONCLUSION:

"One of my favorite compliments that I'll get is 'Oh yeah, fuck Pete, you're the thing, you're the star.' I'm like 'Dude, that's my best friend, what the fuck are you talking about? That's not a compliment to me. That offends me. You just put him down.'"

ETA: I'm just going to post some pictures that are amazing for the next twenty minutes.