koncupiscence

so remember how last december i went to pete & travie's art show? no, you don't remember? oh. that's probably because i never posted about it. i fail pretty hardcore like that if you haven't noticed. anyhow! THE POINT IS, i took some photos while i was there and one of them is now the background image that pete wentz is using for his twitter. WHUT. o_O

i took a screenshot of it for posterity (like you do) because he'll no doubt change it next time the wind shifts. i don't know how long he's had it up, i don't actually frequent his page, but i was back-tracking a mikeyway comment (like you do) and holy shit i was not expecting that! ( lollll. )

i always meant to post my pictures from that night. well, the few decent ones (it's no secret i'm a crap photographer), but i just couldn't get the write-up done. i had a great time, but there was a certain funk i couldn't quite shake off. anyhow, back then i emailed my pictures to a friend who used a few of them for article about the art show and we all agreed that that particular shot was the gem of the bunch (i really wanted a good photo of his hoodie, and then all of a sudden his teeny tiny ASS was just hanging out in all its stupid striped glory right in front of me and i had to go for the shot). i'm guessing that's how he got the photo, from the article. i don't really care, i'm just... finding this pretty hysterical and BIZARRE. i mean, WHAT. /:D\

bronx mowgli wentz. :D as i told hearthisvoice, if only you could use proper names in scrabble! that shit's the motherload. o_O

so yes, welcome, baby wentzlet, yet another valentine's child. we are a growing bunch. ♥


ion, can today be over already? i have important ~things to do tonight, not to mention a fully packed weekend that i'm eager to start. please? no? hmph.

now is the time for more coffee. happy friday, flist!

an interesting read and lots of harts, but there's something in pete's OUT interview that's left me feeling... bothered.

He thinks the first time he kissed a guy was when he was 16 or 17, probably on a dare at a party: "Like, 'You make out with this dude and we'll make out.'" And of later experiments, at 18 or 19, he says it was more like, "I'm going to try this thing." And most recently? He actually apologizes before responding. "A long time ago," he says with a slight wince. "Probably when I was 22?" [emphasis mine]

summer of like was only three years ago. pete wentz, your honesty (or 'honesty', idk) is disappointing me. sigh.

+ so Spring Concert Fun Tiems is not off to the best of starts. it was scheduled to kick off this evening with a rufus show in san diego. alas, my sd partner in crime is bed-ridden with the plague, and i am a lame-o who really doesn't want to go alone. it's a 2+ hour drive down there, and i don't know my way around the area etc etc, so. yeah. hmph. i'm bummed. big time. but it's not like you can schedule getting the flu. and if i had bigger balls i'd just go by myself, but i don't, so i'm getting over it. and Spring Concert Fun Tiems will instead begin ten days from now (!!) when i see rufus in portland with three other gorgeous ladies. SO THERE'S THAT. \o/

+ i recently finished reading the scene is dead, by synchronik. [mcr, frank/gerard and some pete/mikey, but neither of those is really the point.] wow. it is not happy fun tiems, and now i've got this funk all over me, but damn. damn. (which is to say that i really enjoyed it. once i started reading, i couldn't stop, i had to find out what was going to happen next, and how were they going to get out of this, and wtf vampires, like for real?)

+ this weekend i watched pete wentz' 'release the bats', which is essentially his version of jackass that he made with his friends. you know, i didn't think it was possible to out-gross the jackass guys, but hooboy was i wrong. my gag reflex got a definite workout. and i can't even count how many times i yelled PETE, NOOOOOO at the tv. random bits: i no longer wonder why they call one of pete's friends Dirty. but i would think Fucking Foul would be slightly more accurate. i loved how andy hurley is just there, standing about in so many scenes, not really participating, but wanting to get a good view of the mayhem all the same. at one point, before assaulting one of their friends with a slew of fireworks, someone yelled out THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT. :D boondock saints ftw. to sum up, boys are dumb. we know this. and i laughed my ass off. good times.

+ american idol tonight! aaaaaand that's all i got.

i ran in just to grab some marinara sauce and mushrooms.

damn checkout racks. ( a new low. )