Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

Could we get some Danny Noriega/Panic fic, please? I mean, for serious? This is NOT HARD. You know those bitches watch American Idol. I bet there's a Decaydance AI pool! I bet Pete loves this kid, he's totally his type. He fantasizes about dressing him up like a little pop star doll in striped hoodies and ridic sunglasses and t-shirts Pete silk screened himself reading ludicrous garbage like "hearts like flawed diamonds" (purple ink on aqua fabric) and making him get a lap dog (dude, you know Pete picked out Patrick's dog, and Patrick was like *lifts headphone off ear* "What? No, I don't need a puppy, Christ"). I think Gabe's rooting for the rock chick w/ the tattoos and Patrick refuses to watch but actually hears everyone from the other room singing and has lots of opinions but doesn't know anyone's names--that's ok, because Pete picked his contestant out anyway (like always) and he picked because Syesha because he thinks she will win and Brendon already got David Archuleta (because he's from Utah and maybe a gay teen Mormon).


I don't know the most stunning part of this post: that I have opinions on AI contestants or that I have opinions on which ones Pete Wentz would like. *rides failboat into Bermuda triangle*

This afternoon I was TRYING AGAIN to find a new computer, and, well, that is going as well as fucking ever, but then this happened. Did you know Thomas Dekker was in a band? How about that this "band" is playing at the Viper Room soon?

Don't blame me when you click that and go mad, I didn't design that myspace--obvs Satan himself has branched out to myspace design.

Please, please, if you are sad and need something to cheer you up, click that link and listen to the "songs."