seriously, where's the weekend already?

* I am so freaking hungry, oh my god. I feel like eating my hand.

* I'm a waste of space today. Complete fucking waste of space, I'm just sort of staring off into the middle distance and sitting on my ass.

I just sat here for ten minutes trying to come up with something clever and worthwhile for you, and I got nada. This isn't even worth a post, but I wanted to use my sex girl patrol icon.

And oh man, oh dudes, this MCR!Spencer fic is SO BAD, it's awesome. I've even created a girl OC, oh my god, writing this is the highlight of my month, seriously, I'm all over the place with it and there shall be shenanigans and misunderstandings and beards and Teen Wolf references that will go over everyone's head!!!!

“Gee says he’s hot. In an objective, non-gay way.”

“Stop saying that, asshole,” Spencer hears Gerard yell in the background. “You don’t have to tack on a fucking disclaimer. I’m totally within my rights to find any human being attractive, even if I don’t want to make out with them!”

“Gee says he wants to make out with him,” Frank says, giggling.

“Awesome,” Spencer says blandly, and Frank says, “Oh fuck, you want to make out with him. How fucking precious is that? Gee, Gee—”

“I don’t—Frank, shut the fuck up.” Spencer scowls, keeps on scowling even as Brendon sends him a questioning look.

“It’s cute, man, is he wearing fucking capris?”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know what they’re called. And no.” He’s pretty sure Brendon just has his jeans rolled up. Which isn’t much better, but whatever. Frank can go fuck himself.

“Alicia, dude, she’s corrupting us, you’re missing out. Look, look, I’m emailing you details about tomorrow night. It’ll be the perfect first date for you two.”

“Seriously, Iero, I’ll get Bob to kill you.”

“Bob loves me too much,” Frank says, like he’s trying not to laugh, but not trying very hard. “Bob composes sonnets to my eyebrows. Bob wishes on stars every night for my eternal—”

“Bob’s gonna break both your legs,” Bob says, really, really close to phone, and then there’s a click and dead air.