devitadarling

We met in like this kitchen.

And so she walked in and she was wearing this weird wooly shiny violet piece of fug dress. I think I might've said "Hi" or whatever and then she started bitchin at me, and I just laughed.

Then she did a 180 on me and was like "Do you like my outfit?"

and I was like "I like your hair..." cause lets face the dress was ugly.

Then she cut me off and started going on about how we needed to hang out at the mall.

Weird as fuck.

So, then I head off to subway that somehow leads from the magic kitchen of kitching with my friends that also magically appeared.

This nerdy dude with the nerdy glasses, zits, and nerdy shy attitude waited on us, then he fucked up our order and was like 

"Normally I'd give you your money back, but I was wondering if I could take you to dinner instead?" in a really unsure bashful tone.

I said yes despite me having the knowledge that I have a bf, and that I was not attracted to this guy. At all.

I could feel the disaproving looks of my friends but I didn't care.

Then the dream sultured off into random Alice in Wonderland themed BS.

I never EVER dream about people. I'm always being chased, chasing someone, fighting someone, doing something illegal, or leading a large group of people on some sort of vendetta.

Not this shit.

Hell there is even the occasional dream of abstract shapes and colors swimming about my head in no particular fashion, which would leave my mental state to question why I took acid before bed, if in fact my dream state gave a fuck, and assuming I took acid.

A young girl is rescued from her own personal hell after years of confinement at the hands of her parents. Although some are begining to think they had the right idea...

1. You post your top 10 fantasy guys/girls.
2. You tag 10 people.
3. You CANNOT tag someone who has already been tagged.
4. You have to let the people you tagged know that they've been tagged.
5. These are the rules they must be repeated every time.
6. THERE MUST BE PHOTOS! AT ALL TIMES!

10. BillyBeckz

in a weird sorta pretty boy/ sex kitten way I think he's a cutie.

9.Tre Cool

Cause his brand of retardation=love.

8.Johnny Knoxville

Same deal. Only he's smokin.

7.Bam Margera

DEH SECKZZZZZZ

6.Frank Iero

Ooooh FRANKIE. o.o

5.Quinn Allman

DAMN THAT PIC IS HUGE O_O but yeah he's hot too.

4.Patrick Stump

cuz he's cute in that "Oh my god you friggen nerd" sorta way :D

3.JON BON JOVI

Yesness. JBJ FTW.

2. Pete Wentz

It took me 10 minutes to find this pic. Because either his hair was fucked up or his face. Plus it has MJ on his shirt before he went nuts ^_^ .

AND NUMBA NUMBA NUMBA ONE THE SHECKZIEST DUDE ON THE MUDDA FUCKIN PLANET

(1)111111111111111111111111!!!!!!!.

JACOBY SHADDIX.

HOTNESSS. -lickz- MK I'm done now.

BTW.HARDEST LIST EVER. DX thnkx a lot tannzerz -__-

     As I settled in my new favorite chair in the lounge area I couldn't help but realize what had gone down earlier. On one hand I single handedly downed about 4 beers in the course of a few hours, on the other I bombed on Bubble butt, and Ryan without flinching. The first one made me feel all warm and gooey, either that or I sat in something. The second would have made me snicker uncontrollably, had I not been so freakin buzzed. "How you doin' Beck?" Dirty chirped as he walked by. "Life is good, Dirt, life is good." I replied settling further into my chair and breathing slowly. "Alllll riiight" he said giving me the thumbs up. For once he didn't seem drunk. Hell must have frozen over, or disco made a comeback. Either way the world was fucked.

     I continued to have these thoughts of world damnation until I was, wonderfully interrupted. Off in the distance, my spidey sense started tingling. Or maybe it was the beer. Either way something was up. Then I saw her, tall, blonde, skinny, and headed my way. It took me less than 5 seconds to size her up. 5'7, Blue eyes, soft skin, bottle blonde hair, and obvious groupie material. "God, I love groupie material." I swooned silently. "Hey, you're William Beckett aren't you?" she asked flashing a pearly grin. "That all depends baby, who wants to know?" I smirked coyly, I knew this cat was in the bag.

     Twenty minutes later we were rolling in my 300 thread count hotel sheets. Me and Karly, or Cameron, or Curtain or something were having a real good time. I was an Aquarius, she was a shameless whore. We were perfect for each other. She kept going on, and on, and on about how fantastic I was. Don't get me wrong, I am, but damnit it was pissin me off. I was three seconds away from giving her the rest of Pete's blue pills. But then she got occupied, ...with other things.. Then it was smooth sailing from there. For a time though, I couldn't help wonder if she was actually hot or if I was just wasted. Then I couldn't decide if I cared or not. The answer was no. After another twenty minutes she said she had to leave because she had work in the morning, and that she'd see me tomorrow. So, slightly disappointed, and horny, I saw her out the door and I decided to settle in. I noticed she had left her purse in the room, but I decided I was too lazy to bring it to her. She'd be back for it anyway. Ten minutes later I was in bed watching re-runs of The Price is Right, and wondering why Bob Barker hadn't died yet, when there was a knock at the door. "Its about time.." I murmured rising to answer it. However, when I opened it it was not Kitty, or Kelly, or whatever the hell her name is, it was Ryan.

     I stood there dumb founded for about 2 minutes, all alone in my confused state. Then after a while I sat down, all alone in my confused state. Trying to understand what had happened. Had Brendon really left? Was I really alone? Then it hit me all at once. Brendon had left, and I was alone. I started bawling like I had lost my best friend. Which in reality, I had. What was I going to do!? I was so hurt. I couldn't believe he just left me like that. Why would he do that!? I sat there crying in the dark for another 10 minutes or so when I decided I needed someone to talk too. As confused as I might have been the first and only thought that came to my mind was Bill. So, I got up and actually ran to Bill's hotel room. I knew which one he was staying in because in the tour our hotel rooms are like public information. Once I got up to his door I stopped and took a deep breath, then I knocked. And waited for a response.

     When he opened the door he looked shocked to see me. Probably because I was still crying, or that he wasn't expecting me at such a late hour. Maybe even both. "Oh Bill!" I cried throwing myself into his arms. "It happened!" I sobbed "He dumped me!". "Who dumped you?" he said sounding miffed and confused. "Brendon!" I bawled getting his white shirt all wet with my tears. "Oh, him." he said plainly. "Can I come in?" I asked. He seemed to be seriously considering it, or my eyes could have been messing with me since they were filled with tears, but finally he nodded me in.

     "What the shit is he doing here!?" I thought. He was a flippen mess, crying everywhere, and going on about Bubble butt and how he laid him to dry. It was giving me a headache. He immediately made himself at home on my bed, sobbing and asking why Bubble butt could have done this. I was getting a few ideas. One he was needy, two he sounded like a girl when he whined. On the other hand he was obviously hurting. "And then he just left!" he cried blowing his nose in yet another unfortunate tissue. "And what was this over anyway?" I asked dryly. At this point I was just humoring him. "He hated you Bill! He said you were no good for me. That you were using me, or something! He was crazy jealous." That peaked my interest. "Oh was he?" I smirked, this conversation had just got interesting. "Uh-huh." he sniffed "He'd hate it if he knew I was here now, but, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore."

     Something about Ryan at that moment made me want to 'take his mind off the situation' very badly. It could have been that I knew Ryan was right about Mr. New booty getting mad at me invading his territory. It also could have been that I was still horny and hated to let a good thing go to waste. Then this voice starting talking to me. One I don't hear about too often I think its called a conscience. It asked me if I really wanted to take advantage of this obviously wounded soul. My reply? Hell yes.

     Five seconds later I was on top of Ryan, and he wasn't complaining. I'd torn off his shirt and ran my hands down his body settling my fingers on his pant button/fly. It didn't take him long to do the same. After that he began groaning in such a way I couldn't help but get a lift from it. I mean our bodies grinding and all, who wouldn't? He claws at the sheets in ecstasy, eyes rolled in the back of his head. Magic. Once I really get going he screams "Ooooh! WILLIAM." "That’s right bitch, say my name." I taunt. "Oooh WILLIAM BECKETT!" he hits it. I spied the trust in his glossy eyes, and almost felt bad. Almost. I laugh triumphantly at my many hidden accomplishments. If only he knew the truth.

Dance puppet dance.

     I slowly hobbled out of the bus randomly crashing into whatever happened to be in my way. A chair, our playstation, The Butchers face..that last one wasn't so pleasant, entertaining, but not pleasant. Finally I made it out of the tour bus only to step into direct sunlight. "GOD DAMNIT!" I howled covering my eyes like I just saw my 90 year old Grandma in the shower. I collapsed against the side of the bus waiting for my eyes to adjust to the blistering sunlight. After a few seconds I was good. "Hey Bill! Where ya been?" aw shit, it was Ryan. Just the man I did NOT want to see. I popped my neck irritably and put on my best people person face.

     "Oh no where, aha. Just, chilaxen, ya know?" I said nervously. Truth be told it'd been a while since I even thought about Ryan. I'd honestly forgotten about him. All this manipulation I had been planning was beginning to bore me. Frankly, he wasn't worth my time. The Beckett does not waste his time. Period. "Oh, ok great! Hey do you wanna hang out sometime?" he asked happily. His eyes reminded me of the new puppy I had gotten for Christmas one year, two weeks later it died in a peanut butter accident, how was I to know it was allergic? I was about to reply when right on cue Bubble butt graced us with his appearance. "Oh, hell here we go." I thought.

     "Hey Bill!" Brendon side wide eyed. Not holding back that he was insincerely happy to see me. "Hello, Bub-Brendon..." I said unenthusiastically, almost forgetting to catch myself. "Where have you been?" he asked. "Oh, out and about." I said shifting my weight from one foot to another. I really really wanted a beer at this point, scratch that NEEDED a beer. "Oh yeah I know what you mean." he said agreeing with me, also insincerely. He was beginning to piss me off, again. "Damn Pete's brats.." I quietly cursed ever having met them. Another reason to kick Pete in the coin purse. My'kick pete in the coin purse' list was coming together nicely. "So, what do you say Bill?" Ryan asked me again innocent and wide eyed. "Gee Ryan, I'd loved too, but I' gonna be busy watching Dirty wash and color code my socks." I said bluntly giving a "mean girl ' I'm better than you' " look at Brendon that would put the H0han to shame. "Nice seeing you again Ryan." I cooed, walking away, while completely failing to see the looks on their faces. I had to see a man about a beer.

     After Bill left I was absolutely horrified. "Brendon why do you have to be so mean all the time!?" I scolded. "Me!? What about him!?" he retorted "He was the one being an ass!" "Well you started it, Brendon! Me and Bill were having a perfectly good conversation until you showed up!" after a few more minutes of the conversation I stormed off to our tour bus. Not a very good place to get away from someone when that someone shares said tour bus with you. So, of course, he followed me. "Don't you walk away from me!" he said slamming the bus door behind us. I said nothing and continued to the back of the bus. Thankfully no one else was around to hear what happened next.

     "Talk to me damnit!" he yelled easily yanking me around to face him "Note to self: Gain weight.." I thought to myself. "You want me to talk!? FINE. I'll talk. I hate the way you always treat me Brendon! The way you're always standing by me, and telling me what to do! I FUCKIN hate it!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Oh! So I see we're sharing know are we Ryan!? GREAT! I've been dying to share with you! I hate the way he looks at you. I hate the way you look at him! And I think that you like him better than me!" "That’s not true Brendon!" I yelled. "Its damn true Ryan and you know it! You're always defending him! And even though you know how I feel about him you still hang around with him! It makes me think you want to be with him" "He's my friend Brendon! And maybe I like spending time with him because he actually cares about what I say!" "How don't I care about what you say!?" he asked gasping in astonishment. I should've stopped myself there, cold, but I didn't.

     "When I tell you Bill is not the evil bastard you think he is you never listen to me! Its like I'm 9 or something, and am not capable of making my own decisions!" "Damnit Ryan! Open your eyes! He's playing you out like Nintendo! And how about you never listening to me!? I know he's an evil bastard, why isn't that enough for you!?" "You're being ridiculous!" I cried. "No! Ryan I'm not, I do it because I love you, and I guess that’s not enough." he said quietly catching his breath. We stood there silently for a few seconds, although it seemed like hours. Finally I broke the silence. "So, what do we do now?" I asked quietly. "I don't know." he softly replied turning to leave "Why don't you go ask your new boyfriend. Because your old one just quit."

OK so its been more than I few days since I vowed to eliminate Brendon from the picture. Its not entirly my fault...I just don't care. And my headaches haven't helped much either. They constantly nag at me like their my mother or something. Ugh I need a drink.

I sit on the tour bed staring at the tiles beneath me. Counting every bump on the road as we roll. Theres a ticking in my skull like theres a bomb ready to explode. I haven't been able to see straight since I woke up. I don't know if its me or the fact that this damn bus is moving. "Now whuts wong Billiam" it mocks. "Can't wandle deh pwessure?" "BITE ME!" I shoot back. Laughter surrounds me. "Sometimes I just wanna shoot myself in the head" I muse. "aww look he wants to die" it cackled again. "I'll put him outta his misery!" another voice said. It appeared before me dressed like the dandy in 16 candles. I raised my eyebrow unamused. The dandy had appeared before and no longer got much emotion from me. "BANG!" it yelled as it pulled a gun from his jacket and pulled the trigger. A small white flag popped out of the gun that read 'bang!' in red comical letters. Both of mes found this hysterical and began laughing like hyenas. I rolled my eyes and layed back in my bed listening to them cackle around me. I tried to think of happier things. Like pete shirtless, strippers, that sorta thing. It wasn't working. "HEY BILLIAM BOOOGA BOOOGA BOOGA" a voice screamed popping in before my face. I'd had about enough. I opened my nightstand drawer to find 12 small blue pills rolling about. I'd taken them from Petes's room. I had no idea what they did but I figured they couldn't hurt. I swallowed 6 dry, and had I believed in God I would've prayed for a miracle. Or death. Either way I'd get some sleep.

Ryan let out a tired sigh while flipping through the pages of the latest issue of the rolling stones. I silently rolled my eyes behind the book was reading. "Whats wrong?" I asked in a monotoned voice. The truth is I knew what was wrong. He was missing that turd William Bitchett. He hadn't reared his head in a few days, and no one seemed to notice, or care except for Ryan. "I just wish I knew where Bill was" he answered sadly. Any other time I would've felt horrible not being able to give my baby what he wanted but in this case I'd make an exception. "I know you don't like me spending time with him Brendon, but at least you could pretend to care!" I guess my dead silence was more transparent than I thought. Although I continued to say nothing he continued, "He could be dead somewhere and if he were how would you live with yourself knowing you were busy hating him instead of looking for him!?" "Oh Ry, grow up! Fagetts not dead." Ryan turned around and glared giving me his patented death glare. I laughed. Ryan gave me an annoyed look and returned to scoping out the stones. Frankly the death glare reminded me of Ghost Rider and how he'd fry people through their sins. Very humorous, Ryan however, didn't think so. "Ryan come on he isn't dead. He'd be haunted us by now stealing all our underwear. 'Cept for Pete cause he doesn't wear any..." I said jokingly. Didn't work. Ryan was still upset. "What ever Brendon I just wish you'd care because I cared!" and with that he got up and left. I gave another mighty eye roll and went after him. Although I doubted it would help.

"Oh shit." a voice said. It took me a little while to realize it was my own. Not sure how long everything was to strange to tell. Everytime I made an assumption there'd be a doubt to cripple the whole damn thing. I tried to settle on the fact that the only thing for sure was that nothing was for sure, but then I kept saying "or is it?" and it would start the whole damn thought process over. Then I finally setteled on "I hate thinking" and "I like cheese". My whole body was throbbing, or at least my head was. Maybe thats all it takes for your whole body to ache is just for your head to start.  "Where am I" I said slowly like a patient just waking up from a coma. It was dark. Then again maybe it wasn't. I remembered shattered assumption one nothing was for sure or was it? My head was going off like a gong so I really what did I care about the presence of light in a place that probably didn't exist. Another thought entered my head. "What if we don't exist?" "What if we're just figments of our own imaginations." "Or maybe we aren't even that". As if this wasn't already confusing I had to add "Who is we?". I couldn't stop my ticking time bomb of a brain to stop reeling those thoughts through my head. I was begining to sound like a damn broken record. The more time that past the more I became conscience of what was going on. The first clear thought that entered my head was "Pill". Which scared the shit outta me because I couldn't help but wonder who the hell would break the conspiracy chain I was cooking up. The next thought was "Voices" to which another thought said "You need help, man" in the voice of the hippie on that's 70s show. Then for whatever reason I yelled "I'M A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH!". That some how did it. It snapped me back to reality. 6 Pills. Dry. Stop Voices. It hit me like a giant wave. After silently thanking Sisky for making me watch the Sponge Bob movie. I tried to get up. Because it was clear now that I had been lying down. And that it was infact dark. As soon as I did the room started spinning and I feel to the floor. "Damn Pete and his magic pills..." I grunted. "When I get to my feet I'm kicking him square in the coin purse." Ashlee'd be pissed, but who gives a shit about Hades in high heels?  I tried to my feet again. This time slower and reach for the dresser for support. I made it. "OK" I told myself  "Now I need some beer." 

So my plan to cause chaos with Ryan Ross seems to have come to a bump in the road. I have been stalking my little 'prey' for a few days now. We've become (or so he thinks) good friends. We spend quite a bit of time together, but Bubble Butt is always there with us. Watching. Its like he doesn't trust me, not that he should. It just hurts my feelings, only not really. I can tell he doesn't like me by the way he's always at Ryan's side with his dissaproving eyes. And Ryan is no help always staying by his side. He's a sweet boy, but his bodyguard has to go. Second rule of the Animal Kingdom: In order to take over the den and its females, you must eliminate the dominant male.

"I don't like him Ryan. He's trouble I can tell." Brendon said. "Oh Brendon! Don't be silly Bill wouldn't hurt a fly" I replied. "And whats with all this Bill shit!?" he yelled. "Brendon calm dow we're just friends" I soothed. "Yeah now your friends" he yelled again. He'd been doing this for a week now. Complaining about Bill, and what not. He saw Bill as a danger to me. I can't see how though. Bill is the nicest boy I have ever met, aside from Brendon that is. He has such an active imagination, Brendon. He's been saying how Bill looks at me. Like he's a serial killer or something. He can overreact sometimes. "Look Ryan." he said calming his voice and grasping my shoulders tightly. "I just want you to be safe. I get horrible feeling when he's around." "Brendon" I said. "I'll be fine. You can trust Bill" "Gee that makes me feel better." he mumbled. I still can't see how Brendon comes up with these stories, but I love him.

"DAMN IT!" I yelled. Its 3 in the fuckin morning, and I still haven't figured out how I'm going to go about this. "EVERYTIME I TRY TO GET HIM ALONE, BUBBLE BUTT IS THERE" I yell again to no one in particular. "Calm down William" I chant. The more I think about my situation the more I realize its becoming my mantra. I am letting down my fellow hunters in the wild. They'd never lose their cool the way I have. "So William" I coax myself. "How are you going to go about this little...predicament you're in Mmm?" I tease in my repulsivly sugary-venom manner. Its only when I go insane that I realize how putridly charming I can be. "Quiet you." I scold myself staring through the ceiling trying to ignore my own presence. It wasn't working. "Oh whats the matter William? Have you finally run out of your brilliant ideas? " I pressed on. "SHUT UP DAMN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" I continued to taunt me. "HAHAH whats wrong now William? CAN'T TAKE YOUR OWN MEDICINE!?" that was it. I threw a book at the invisible person attacking my head. It didn't matter, its not like I read those things anyway. Well now that that was settled I had to figure out my next move. And seriously consider taking those pills the Doctor perscribed. "what to do.." I chanted. "Its time to step up my plan. Brendon is the only thing in my way. He was turning into some sort of thorn in my side a tack in my eye a flippen splinter in my FUCKIN FINGER. And tomorrow, he will be removed accordingly.

Today was weird William Beckett spoke to me. Its the first day on tour and out of no where he just starts talking to me like we're old buddies. He's actually pretty nice once you get to know him. He gives me the weirdest feeling like hes fun and he makes me feel like having fun, but at the same time he scares me. Brendon doesn't like him at all. He's told me I should stay away from him. But I mean come on its just William. Would could he possibly do?

-Ryan

"Purrr..." I cooed stretching out on my bed like a house cat. I've had a bit of a fascination with them for quite some time. I've tried to mimic there every move. Because cats always get what they want. And so does William Beckett. I got up and walked to my mirror and took a good look and myself "Damn! I'm fine" I said with a smirk. Not that I have a big ego its just the truth. And I use it to my advantage. Just like what I've been doing with my current target for the past few weeks most recently though last night with, Ryan Ross. 

On the first day of the tour after I played my show I stood and waited for Mr. Ross to get out of his dressing room. "What do you think you're doing?" Pete asked me suspiciously. "Waiting for you sexy ass to walk by." I teased grinning like I wanted what he had. He rolled his eyes and walked off. I knew that would get him. Ever since he started dating that Asslee whore he's been acting like he has a stick up his ass. Finally Ryan came out and it was show time. "Hey Ryan! Great show tonight man!" I cried. I must have caught him off guard because he jumped and looked as though he was hearing a talking dog. "Uh, thanks William" he said hesitating. "My friends call me Bill" I said leaning in smiling at him. He took a step back as though startled and after some apperant pondering he said "OK Bill". The trap had been set.

Me and Ryan have gotten to be pretty good friends. Well if I have anything to say about it he won't want to be just friends for much longer. Breaking him and Bubble Butt up has been harder than expected. He keeps Ryan real close.I can tell he's also on to me. Its enough to make me sick. I however keep my cool, I am William Beckett. Last night after the show Ryan invited me to his and Brendons apartment. That made Mr. New Booty very uncomfortable. "Come on in Bill!" Ryan said cheerfully. Brendon just glared at me from across the room arms crossed. "You can play DND with us!" Ryan chirped. I mentally rolled my eyes. "OK WHAT THE FUCK IS DND!?" I thought. But instead of screaming I sweetly asked him what it was. "It Dungeons and Dragons" he replied. "Oh" I thought I knew what that was.. "Wanna play?" Ryan asked. I glanced over at Bubble Boy. His glare had morphed into a scowl. "I'd love to play Ryan" I say smiling sweetly at him and giving Bubble boy a wicked grin. I was invading his territory. Another lion in another lions den. Just like in the Animal Kingdom. "I'll give him an invasion of his territory." I thought "It'll begin when I get his boyfriends pants off."

Dear Blog,

I Ryan Ross am happier than I have ever been now that me and Brendon are finally together. Its been 3 months now since he returned from the hospital, and we've never been better. Its hard to believe that just a few weeks ago I thought this whole internet thing was crap. But now it makes me smile to know that I now have a permenant reminder of my happiness. Pete says we are going to be doing some work with a band called the Academy is.. Brendon is really excited its rather cute the way his cheeks glow when he smiles.Oh! My beloved is calling me now

Till next time,

Ryan

     "Damnit when the fuck are these boys gonna get here and put me out of my misery!" I thought. I rolled my eyes to no one in particular and let out a sigh that I hoped would reveal my utter distain for the situation. "Don't start with me William"Pete growled "I like these kids. They're like my children. So be nice!" "But I'm always nice." I purred turning on my stomach to flutter my lashes like a stripper working for tips. "Sure." he scowled and turned back towards the door. I let the flirtatious smile leave my face to allow my disgust to re-appear. This tour was gonna bore the shit living shit outta me. I chuckled silently at my semi-chemical quote. And it wasn't helping that I was being made to wait for Pete's 'children' to arrive who were 45 minutes late.

     The table I was sprawled upon kept making cracking noises everytime I exhaled. It was pissin me off. Suddenly I heard the clacking of flip flops coming from the hotel's indoor pool. That could only mean one thing, girls. Two of em. I stayed sprawled upside down half hanging off the table. Two blondes, perfect. Cute too. I couldn't help but notice they had nice asses, they reminded me of Pete's. I smiled as I glanced back at his 'assets' for a quick reminder. They both giggled once they snuck a glance at me as they walked past. I responded by kissing the air and winking their way. It sent them into a friggen frenzy. Yep I still got it. Like it ever left haha. "Stop that." Pete snapped, "You're gonna get us thrown out". "I love it when you order me around" I cooed in a voice that would put porn stars to shame. Pete rolled his eyes in digust and once again turned to the door. I snickered quietly pleased with his reaction. I'd been working on that bit for a month, and it was worth it.

     "THERE HERE!" Joe yelled rushing in from the doors Pete had been keeping a silent vigil on since we'd arrived, well almost silent. Douche never shuts up. "When the hell did he leave?" I thought "better yet when did he come?" Not even a minute later Pete's "children" walked in. There were 4 of them. They were all so cute with their clan hoodies draped over there heads. These weren't Pete's 'kids' they were his God damn clones.

     "What a day!" I thought trying to pick the remainder of my mushroom pizza from my molar "Damn molar.." I couldn't help but reflect on what I had done that day. After Pete's "babies" walked in I thoroughly looked them over. I started with the bassits, Jon. Checked his ass, wasn't impressive. Couldn't help notice the infestation growing on his face. He should pick up a razor. Then there was the drummer. Spencer or Spence. He had no ass but what he did have was the same fungus the bassist has, that shit must be viral. Then there was the singer/pianst Brendon. And DAMN his ass was banging! You could park a tray on that thing, and finally there was the guitarist, Ryan. Kinda looked like a girl, but thats ok I like that.

     So, I'm sitting there waiting for the pizza to arrive and listening to the most boring conversation on the planet. They keep refering to "DND" and frankly I don't know what this is "DND" shit is nor do I give a crap as to what it is. Then it dawns on me "These are the most boring people on the planet!" They probably think the Clear Eyes spokesman is stimulating! I begin to Panic! (no pun intended) I think I felt my eyes roll towards the back of my head, and for all the wrong reasons on top of that. "THIS WILL BE THE MOST BORING 3 MONTHS OF MY LIFE. I AM SO SCREWED! unless.." I smirked mentally I can cause a little fun..

     I began to give my "toys" another once over. On one hand we've got the boys from FOB, my band mates, and the new meat. Theres nothing I could do with Pete's posse. He's on to me he won't let it happen. My band mates know me to well too. So, that leaves one option. Panic. I look more closely at the "kids". How analyze they seemed to be acting with each other, and what there habits were. Anything to get in their heads. Fungas face number 1 apperantly has a girlfriend so no go there, stability comes in numbers. I don't care he's not my type anyway. The drummer? No he's got fungas too.. and Mr. New Booty seems like a tough egg to crack. Waay to much confidence. Now the guitarist on the other hand is much more passive. He seems to feed off Bubble Butt's energy. They seem quite unseperable laughing at each other and what not. However if I were to cut off this energy there would surely be a reaction of sorts. Just what I needed to kill the boredom.

     I've done this same thing before to FOB my own band and even GCH. I analyize my prey figuring out their weakness, I single them out, and then I finish the task. Its similar to a lions way of hunting. Probably because I've worked it from Animal Planet. So, now that I've picked my target I must make sure he will be suitable for the kill. When a lion hunts they make sure the prey is weak enough by watching it carefully. I've found a better way. When I lock eyes with my target I can stare straight through them. If they're weak it will result in a bit of a nervous movement. It could be quickly leaving my gaze and putting it else where, or it could be a shiver that only a trained eye can percieve. Either way its fool proof.

     I set my gaze on Ryan. I know he could feel it. He looked up from the conversation and we lock eyes. I hold his gaze glaring deep into what makes him quiver . I see a small shiver go through his body, he quickly blinks and returns to whatever the hell "DND" is. "A double play" I thought. It's on now sucker.

Dude if that were me and someone started talking about "the hills being alive" I'd steal a car and get the hell out of those hills!

Sup Buzznet beches! Its 6am and the is the earliest I've gotten up in a long time. So bare with my spelling errors, cause my coffee hasn't kicked in. Oh yeah and the fact I have to pee isn't helping much at all, or the fact that I'm to damn lazy to get up and go to the bathroom. So I'll try and make this brief.

Alright...so there has been some controversy over..skrew that theres been a friggen uproar over Pete Wentz new lady love. And if you like Fall Out Boy I think you know who:

yup asslee fuckin simpson.

-shakes head- When this chick gets popular on a site whos majority of users hate her there is a serious problem. Leave it to Pete to change the minds of his cult... I mean devoted wives/fans.

However, this is not my point. Since Petah has started to date her it has spilt the majority of fans in half or rather in fours. We have the haters who hate them being together being they want Pete and cannot have him. Then theres the haters that hate them being together because the simply hate asslee(I'm in this group sorta, I kinda don't care but she irritates me to the point of caring, damn her! -hates caring-). The fans of their relationship are usually ok with them for these reasons: A. They quote "Just want Pete to be happy" and 2. They love asslee and Pete. I find that last one in in-explicable but hey to each their own. Anyways, its started a war amongst FOB fans, and mental threats towards the simpson sister. I'm slightly worried about her for these reasons. According to my favorite stalker site Asslee is currently on tour with the band with pictures as proof.

Long time (somewhat sane) FOB fans know that most of Pete's wives/fans are crazy beches. Who would claw out Asslees eyes just to get a peice of what shes got. Then they'd kidnap Peter, steal a car and run away to Mexico where they would be hunted down by mores of his wives, and would start the most massive cat fight over a guy to date...

I just noticed thats my secound mention of stealing a car... but whatever its irrelevant anyway.

My point is to all the haters stop fighting with the lovers! Go back to fighting teenies that only know the words to the bands current single. We can't do anything about them anyway, and if you even think about doing something a crazy bech would do to asslee I have a word of caution for you PETE KNOWS KARATE.

HA! No he doesn't. Pete can't fight. I'd have trouble believing he beat and egg to be honest.

Oh and to all the lovers stop fighting with the haters! We don't like her! We think she smells funny! Case closed.

-`D