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GIP
I finished doing my laundry about four hours ago and have yet to fold, because Libby totally sprawled on top of the pile in the fifteen seconds I spent putting the hamper away. I'd have taken a picture, but you know, there's underwear and stuff, and I am terribly modest, so no.
So instead of folding laundry, I spent the past few hours staring at about eight hundred pictures of Gerard Way and listening to The Black Parade on repeat and reading/watching interviews, because I am insane and have lost my brain and I can't help it, it's like, I never knew that I wondered what the male(um, -ish) version of Christina Ricci looked like, or Eddie Izzard's younger clone (during Gerard's blond phase), but apparently it's what was missing in my life and now I am complete! And it's like, okay, I think Pete Wentz is kind of lovably tool-ish and adorable in his perpetual state of 14-year-old boy angst, but I cannot take him seriously at all, for said reasons. And Gerard is no less ridiculously earnest (MUSIC SAVES LIVES!) but when it's coming from him I just nod and smile and think yes Gerard you WILL save the world with your five thousand trillian percent awesomeness! Also, when you let Frank stick his tongue down your throat on stage and sit on your lap in interviews I find it unbearably attractive, and we won't even get into your eternal, endless, unabashed dorkiness, PLEASE NEVER CHANGE.
So instead of folding laundry, I spent the past few hours staring at about eight hundred pictures of Gerard Way and listening to The Black Parade on repeat and reading/watching interviews, because I am insane and have lost my brain and I can't help it, it's like, I never knew that I wondered what the male(um, -ish) version of Christina Ricci looked like, or Eddie Izzard's younger clone (during Gerard's blond phase), but apparently it's what was missing in my life and now I am complete! And it's like, okay, I think Pete Wentz is kind of lovably tool-ish and adorable in his perpetual state of 14-year-old boy angst, but I cannot take him seriously at all, for said reasons. And Gerard is no less ridiculously earnest (MUSIC SAVES LIVES!) but when it's coming from him I just nod and smile and think yes Gerard you WILL save the world with your five thousand trillian percent awesomeness! Also, when you let Frank stick his tongue down your throat on stage and sit on your lap in interviews I find it unbearably attractive, and we won't even get into your eternal, endless, unabashed dorkiness, PLEASE NEVER CHANGE.