HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Guess what?

I'm gonna fucking crack. Fucking do something, Quinn.

(  Here's what's going on in my mind. )

I'm happy. Seriously, I really am. It's kind of weird considering it's the last thing I expected. I love him. I truly do.

Now all I need is a goddamn record deal.

-pokes the talent scouts with demos.-

I'm alive.

Thank you.

More later.

Brendon Boyd Urie.

Since I have no one to talk to and absolutely nothing to do at work for the moment. I'll do something nice and tell you about myself. I'm nineteen. I left my parent's house a few months ago. Wanting to do more with my life.

( Brendon's memory )

Second day here and I managed to find a way to screw up a couple of times. I'm secretary for a big compagny and I'm unexperienced. Couldn't they find someone better? I'm starting to regret this. I feel like the biggest idiot in the universe for not knowing anything...I'll get my ass fired so fast no one will even remember me.

and the VP is such a ( Read more... )

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