all my troubles'll hang on your trigger

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I am so tired wtf. Eff getting up early on a Sunday. The fire department's doing a pancake breakfast as a fundraiser, and I told Allen I'd go and meet all his friends, donate to a good cause. Plus, uh, firefighters. So I got all dolled up, did my hair, was fairly pleased with the results. All the dudes were married and/or old. If life really loved me there would have been a single firefighter there that looked like Frank Iero. Come on, he'd make an awesome firefighter. Constantly rushing into the fray. Looking hot all sweaty and smudgy. Monkeying around on the trucks. And Gerard could be a paramedic, and there is a budding romance amongst disaster scenes. Or Bob. Bob would make an awesome firefighter/paramedic/search and rescue dude. Has somebody written this? If not, why?

schneestern, are you getting any of my e-mails? I've sent a bunch, but I don't know if they're getting through. I miss youuuuu.

I might go take a nap and then call dakotas_tale and discuss ysosrsbandom. I can't believe it's almost over. Sadface. The Hot Addicts have already decided to meet once a week for cat macro parties, and hopefully dance parties, too.

Heroes tomorrow! Please, please, please let David Anders be in it.

Happy birthday, emmanation! I hope it is brilliant, sugar.

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Haha, you have no idea how ~long it takes me to write things or how ~long they end up being! I'm feeling all inspired now though.

Oh, God, Frank and Victoria fireman competitiveness WINS. (Except in my head it's totally just "I'm prettier!" "No, I'm prettier!" "I look good dirty!" "I look good dirty AND my legs are eight miles long!" "But I have better eyebrows!")

Um, Victoria/Greta/Bob is totally the super sekrit threesome of my heart. Yet another reason we are totally MFEO, bb XD