Ok, so super short. But I'm fine with cos I know how writing a story feels. SOMETIMES IT'S HARD AS SHIT. But one thing that bugged me, even though I'm sure no one else cares but: alright or all right.
Ugh I feel like a rude douchey bitch. Ignore me. I suck. Like, Popsicles. Lollipops. Or like fruit bars. Maybe a spoonfull of nutella. Or like the whole jar. Could be ice cream cones. Hm. There's lots of things I suck ...
[Gah, I'm terrible at staying on subject. Gerard's badassness and Frank's not badassness puzzles me. And kinda intrigues me at the same time, like, in my mind, Frank this stoner bamf while Gerard is the nerdy guy in his basement. Probably doesn't apply here. Oh, and I don't care what anyone says, I'm so rooting that if Frerard was factually actually real, Frank would totally top. Anyways. ~Love~ ]