We did the mash, we did the monster mash
Hi! Happy late Halloween!
So, basically the whole point of this entry is for us all to LOL really hard at how Bill Beckett dressed up as Gerard Way for Halloween.
Compared to:
Y/Y???
Also, dear Mike Carden,
I completely understand that you're supposed to be a ~~sad clown and not a ~~scary clown this year, but KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF WITH THE CLOWNS ALREADY.
It makes me hide from my computer screen when all I really want to do is talk about how hot you are most of the time. Mmmkay?
Love,
Tabby
In non-bandom news (I know! Do such things exist?) we had a big party of 40 in for dinner tonight. It was this one guy's 90th birthday party and, while I totally was expecting to be annoyed by the grumpy, demanding inevitability that is old folks, I was actually kind of charmed when they were doing toasts. Literally every single person got up and talked about the birthday guy and how proud of him they were and blah blah and it was actually *moving*. Idk, maybe I'm pms-ey or something but I was seriously having a moment! I mean, 90's a long ass fucking time to live. I hope I'm sitting around at 90 with my friends and family, eating filet mignon and footing a $5,000 bill. Though, I think my personal highlight for the night was when, after literally a half hour of impromtu toasts was keeping us from bringing out dessert, a (drunk) little old lady sitting near where I was polishing glasses waved me over while some guy was blabbing on, leaned in real close, and asked, "So, what's for dessert?" It was the precious-est, really.
So, basically the whole point of this entry is for us all to LOL really hard at how Bill Beckett dressed up as Gerard Way for Halloween.
Click to viewCompared to:
Y/Y???
Also, dear Mike Carden,
I completely understand that you're supposed to be a ~~sad clown and not a ~~scary clown this year, but KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF WITH THE CLOWNS ALREADY.
It makes me hide from my computer screen when all I really want to do is talk about how hot you are most of the time. Mmmkay?
Love,
Tabby
In non-bandom news (I know! Do such things exist?) we had a big party of 40 in for dinner tonight. It was this one guy's 90th birthday party and, while I totally was expecting to be annoyed by the grumpy, demanding inevitability that is old folks, I was actually kind of charmed when they were doing toasts. Literally every single person got up and talked about the birthday guy and how proud of him they were and blah blah and it was actually *moving*. Idk, maybe I'm pms-ey or something but I was seriously having a moment! I mean, 90's a long ass fucking time to live. I hope I'm sitting around at 90 with my friends and family, eating filet mignon and footing a $5,000 bill. Though, I think my personal highlight for the night was when, after literally a half hour of impromtu toasts was keeping us from bringing out dessert, a (drunk) little old lady sitting near where I was polishing glasses waved me over while some guy was blabbing on, leaned in real close, and asked, "So, what's for dessert?" It was the precious-est, really.