::shakes fist::

So eBay failed to tell me I won the boots I bid on. Which is my pathetic way of trying to excuse the fact that I am a GIANT LAME LAMER and failed to go back to the website and check whether or not I won (and in turn failed to pay for said boots) until this morning (rather, yesterday morning ::eyes clock::), almost TWO WEEKS later.

Anyway, the boots are mine, whoo-hoo! And perhaps when I get a horrible buyer review it will discourage me from wasting money on eBay in the future. Always look at the bright side of life. Or something.

( ze bootz )

In other news, Fall Out Boy Did a cover of Michael Jackson's "Beat It."

I want to have sex with the bass line.

Dangerously underage sex.


I've been staring at the same scene from my vampire!Wentz fic all day. Patrick has bruised ribs. Pete has a shard of glass in his neck. They're in a ditch twenty miles out of Dos Palos with a couple jolt cans of blood in the trunk. Good times.

Or not, seeing as the scene is still not done.

I'm considering calling the fic "If You Steal My Sunshine." Get it? Because I've been listening to that LEN song all day and Pete's a vampire and ... nevermind.

This fic is starting to look about as lame as my buyer rep.