Much Like the Whiney Bitch That Gerard Way Is...

...I'm writing this with all the emo I have. Which, despite Beetchie's claim of 93.2%, I've in fact only got about... none.
I'm not emo, you A.s!
But who else wouldn't be upset over the fact that I'm having a horrible media filled day - of old media news to boot?

1. xxxHolic: Kei has ended it's TV series run. What?! When did that shart happen? And why did I think it was going to 26 episodes?! Why hasn't anyone subbed the last two?! What's wrong with that one guy who subs them?! What? He thinks he's allowed to go on vacation and that I shouldn't be upset just because I can't speak or read the language?! Eff you guy!

2. Gerard Way...married to Lyn-Z?! WHAT?! It all makes sense now why MSI's off. They've been fighting the ill of Morningwood AND mcr! Why Lyn-Z? Was it necessary to go there? Really? He's...a dirty Jersey ass. Why would you degrade yourself? Whhhhyyyyy.

Memorable Conversation of Today:

Or 2: B. Why didn't I know that Gerard Way, my nemesis - lead singer of my chemical romance
Beetchie: ::chew, cud, chew, cud:: sup?
Or 2: got married to our girl, bad ass bassist, Lyn-Z
Beetchie: whhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. WHY B., WHY! o_O!!!!
WHY DID YOU TELL ME THAT!
TT_TT
That shit isn't right!
Or 2: Because I can't suffer this trauma alone! Jesus!
Beetchie: NoooOOOOoooooOOOOoooooooo. B!
Or 2: I saw the speculation that he was last december but I didn't know he was even with her! Ugh
Beetchie: let me look this fool up. ....he looks like a douchey Billy Corgan
Or 2: But she's too full of awesome to marry some ugly talentless ass from NJ! NJ!
Beetchie: JERSEY! You can tell he smells like Jersey! Like a douchey taint!

Currently listening to: "Falling Jimmy" by Maximum The Hormone. Curse you random Itunes! I was cursing Jimmy Urine months ago, but now I need to curse LynZ. Maximum The Hormone needs to write a song about her.

"First the Typhoons, Now the Earthquakes...?"

I swear that Beetchie and I had nothing to do with what went/is going down in Japan.

Well maybe I am a catalyst but oye! If you people are looking for a finger to point, point it at Beetchie.

The Start of a Horrible Birthday Month

1. The collapse of my shelf - dvds, cds and toys were ALL over this room. Thankfully, my WACOM seems to be intact as is my computer. And it could have been worse though, because I could have actually been sitting at my computer when it happened and let's just say I wouldn't be blogging right now or breathing, now that I think about it.

2. VM. Now, I watch pretty much only two shows on television during the tv season. I watch South Park and Veronica Mars. The season premiere of VM was on Tuesday and I was incredibly disappointed. The usually very intelligently written show has been dumbed down for CW viewers. Oh how angry I am. They better stop trying to sabotage my damned show or an angry letter will be penned and sent to the President of that network. ::shake fist::

3. Why Matt, why?! I lost the MUSE competition. I don't get a signed guitar. I don't get VIP tickets to any show in the UK and worst of all...I don't get to meet them. Clownie was right when he said my husband cheated on me. =( I am so sad right now. ::tear::

So maybe things aren't that horrible because I did have a good birthday in general. Thanks to my great friends who showered me with witty and thoughtful cards, stuffed me with donuts, candy and Dinosaur BBQ (three kinds of meat - oh yes! and wine that knocked me the f out), a really rich cake that almost did me in (but the thought of it was wonderful - thanks to the Char Kar), a HUGE Jack Skellington figure that I will hug as soon as I take it out of the box (thank you Beetchie! I love him dearly as you know) and some stylin' clothes that I've no clue on how to fit into after all the stuffing of food that went down yesterday.

So thank you to all - all except SF. SF has once again disappeared off the face of the planet and while my first thought is to make sure he's okay, I hear from my sources he's fine. Curse you, SF!