you're a regular decorated emergency.

first, allow me to be the 700th person on your flist to say "OMG THE DARK KNIGHT!!!" it was fucking awesome. and heath. heath, omg. the movie rocked, right? but whenever he wasn't onscreen, i was wishing he was. he was amazing. and it was awesome to see, and it broke my heart. when the movie ended, it felt a little bit like losing him all over again. sigh.

second, in happier news, allow me to be the 700th person on your flist to post this photo.

brendon urie, how is that even your face?

third, i have salsa and guacamole, but no chips, so i am breaking taco shells into pieces for dipping. /o\

fourth, OCC!

hypnotic, isn't it? *stares*

and the poets were just kids who didn't make it.

so, you know those online offers that always pop up for a free ipod or designer purse or whatever? the ones in which you allegedly just fill out a couple of surveys, but in reality take you through 645853 pages of INCREDIBLY AMAZING OFFERS that you're then forced to decline one. at. a. time?

yeah, so. i saw one of those a few weeks ago for front-row tix to the AI tour. which is probably a huge lie anyway; i personally doubt there is a human alive with the patience to jump through all those cyber-hoops, because i certainly didn't have it, and deep down i'm not convinced that it's even possible to reach the end of the line.

ANYWAY. so i'm plugging away, rejecting exciting opportunities for debt consolidation and joining the armed forces, and i wind up on a page where i HAVE to complete an offer. so i see one for poetry.com and figure, ok, no problem. i registered and i had to submit a poem, so i wrote a somewhat sexually suggestive haiku (because "haiku" is my default setting for "poem" and "sexually suggestive" is my default setting for, um, everything). and it was dumb (rain evoking sexual imagery? wow, creative) and it turned out the submission had to be at least 8 lines, so i just copied and pasted it two more times. and i titled it "cook" because, well, obviously, and also, whatever, i don't care, right?

so, i know that when people submit stuff to poetry.com, they get a letter all "yay, we chose your poem to be in a book! please sign off on it and pay us money!"

what i did not know is that when said letter arrives, the poem is displayed prominently through a window on the front of the envelope. and that it would arrive and my upstairs neighbor would pick it up off the mat inside the front door and put it by our door, and probably see it and think i am submitting embarassing poetry in any kind of seriousness. at least i found it and not scott, because while at least i assume my neighbor has no idea why that poem would be titled "cook," i'm pretty sure scott would. and that wouldn't have been awkward at all.

in conclusion: /o\

i never said i missed her when everybody kissed her.

stolen from makemeabeliever! :D

Go to UrbanDictionary.com and type in your answer (or the closest thing to it) to each question in the search box, then write the first definition it gives you.

Your name: a person, usually female, who has the mental capacity, attention span, logical and cognitive abilities of a 5 year old. (lol, what? which of you bitches have been spamming UD.com? D:)

How old are you? the age all rockstars die at:
jimi hendrix
jim morrison
janis joplin
kurt cobain
alexander the great
james dean
river phoenix
brad nowell (lead singer to sublime) died at the age of 28 years and 2 days (2 days from joining the club)
you and i have been through that
and this is NOT our fate
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One of your friends: A Hebrew word meaning Princess

What should you be doing? Device that men use to wack off while at thier in-laws house (LOL)

Favorite food: the yummiest, tastiest thing in the whole wide world. chocolate also makes u happy and makes u feel better.

Hometown: When looking at a map, the chain of islands that are right under Florida. It is composed of many different islands but organized by upper keys and lower keys. Big Pine Key is the only island in this chain that is inhabited by Key Deer.

Word to describe yourself: A rabid breed of human female who is obesessed with either a fictional character or an actor. Similar to the breed of fanboy. Fangirls congregate at anime conventions and livejournal. Have been known to glomp, grope, and tackle when encountering said obesessions. (ROFL)

Car you drive: Neither a sport vehicle nor a utility vehicle. A whack, fakeass (and successful) attempt by the motor vehicle industry to lure in overpaid middle class workaholic moms who think that they need a 3 ton vehicle to carry their stupid kids to soccer practice.

Last person you talked to on the phone: The woman who loves you unconditionally from birth, the one who puts her kids before herself and the one who you can always count on above everyone else.

Just telling her your problems makes you feel better because mom's always know how to make it all go away.

Even if you fight, know that she's just looking out for your best interests.

i am your brother, your best friend forever.

cook squared!!! (tm andrew) makes me happy. :)


<3

(how on earth do i have 43537647 icons of this dude and not ONE of him with his brother?)

i'll just think about you 'till there's nothing in my head.

i am cook-spamming tonight, apparently?

but, i mean. face!


"I don't think I've ever looked so awkward in between 2 girls before!" (ROFL, you guys, omg.)


i am powerless against the boy/puppy double attack. D:

( so wear me like a locket around your throat. )