The other night I went to see Fall Out Boy and at the meet and greet I politely told Wentz that I didn't agree with what he said on stage (about the people on the internets not being real) and, well, I pissed him off. He flipped me off in my M&G photo. Seriously. He's got the maturity of a twelve year old. It was really weird and I knew he was an arsehole, but I guess until that I didn't actually believe him to be
that much of an arsehole. Anyway, I just went onto his blog and found this (bold is my emphasis):
Thursday, March 08, 2007
cant talk my way out of my head,
i bought a first edition copy of david copperfield today. its from 1849. maybe just cause i wanted to touch something old besides my skin. im sick of reading of people who know so much better. we are all in the same boat pretty much, sink or swim is a great thing and all. but it just doesnt work out in my head when i think of me and my friends. flew over the outback today- kind of, the only thing on my mind was you. i dont care what they write. got arrogance stuck in my ears for a bit, i was truly more content with the ringing. fucked. in an 'its my party and ill cry if i want to' kind of way. cheeks flush. pink lips but my veins still maintain their violet hue. i wasnt built for this. i dont have the right voice or the right looks but i have twice the heart. figure that into your soundbyte or pull quote. you cant. been in hotels so much lately i cant remember the numbers on my door ever. my shower feels like the ocean but not in a fishy kind of way. more like washing off the sand, the waves breathing. id break on the shore for you, either way. i admire the fan. those who clap, those who wait in line more than anyone else. this trip has taught me that. the fan is the one who is scrutinized, constantly defending themself. the fan is the one who is constantly expected to forgive the missteps of those on the stage. expected to be waiting long before shows begin and long after they end, just for the chance of a glimpse or a wave. always brushed off, always thought of last. you are however, truly imprinted on my mind. sometimes when i am thinking of you, i mean her, but usually i mean you.
posted by xo @ 1:37 AM
...ha. I don't even know what to say. Except: I THINK I JUST GOT A POORLY PUNCTUATED BLOG ENTRY. So yes, photo and rambling will come later. At the minute I'm a bit "!" and laughing my arse off.
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