Life.Of.Sin

  Gerard is so pale.  Makes me want to have sex.

  Pale.  He and Mikey don’t look that much alike, do they?

  Yeah, someone’s desk top.  Don’t care.  Wish I could do my make up like that.

  Doesn’t he look all cute spread out on the floor.  Now if he were only on his knees with some hot guy taking him from behind.  Oops, did I say that out loud?

  Gerard drew this.

  I like the feeling of a poker game.  If it’s strip poker and I’m there.  Oh, yeah!

  I love it when Gerard looks all cute and shit.

  I wish that were MY house.

  Boys are dorks.

  Awww…Kisses.  Look, he’s puckering up for a kiss.  Awww!

  Ummmm . . . yeah, I’m full of shit.  I previously stated Gerard drew this, was corrected.  But it’s cute, so I’m leaving it up.

  I love this expression.  It’s like ‘what the fuck’?

  I love how Gerard always seems to have this huge cheesy smile on his face (he’s really a big softie, I bet) and the other guys are always like ‘Yeah, whatever’.

  God damn!  And I like the ripped jeans.  Yay, I’m not the only one who wears ripped jeans.

Okay, I went through thirty pages and got you these pictures.  Take them.  It’s not like I own them.  I stole them from Yahoo.  Hahafuckingha.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe/Gerard Way, aka Dru, aka me!

Yeah, well apparently if you put too many posts in a category, those start to disappear as well, so I created another category (Life.Of.Sin.2).  The first posts are in Life.Of.Sin, the next recent are in Life.Of.Sin.2.  Soon there will be a Life.Of.Sin.3.

Just so you know.  I know at least one person reads this blog.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S. I just had to edit this because I didn’t put it in a category.  I’m such an idiot.

When you’re bored, write.  At least that’s what I do.  Here’s another poem/song thing.  Interesting, I thought.  For some odd reason I think it’s romantic to fuck in the backseat of a car.  ::shrug::  Don’t steal.  You know the drill.

Backseat

I never felt so deeply
And I never fell so sweetly
And I never cried so hard
And I wish that we could

Go back to the backseat of your car
Fall into each other, lick the salt from your skin
Unroll another condom, whisper ‘I’ll love you to the end’
Scream and moan and cry and groan
But I guess we hit the end

I always thought that you’d come back
I never thought you’d leave
I never thought you’d forget the kisses
Or the memories

Of the backseat of your car
Falling into each other, tasting the salt of my skin
Unrolling another condom, saying ‘I love you to the end’
Screams and moans and crying and groans
But I guess that was the end

Everyday I visit you and they say that it helps
But it’s not enough they say you’ll die
All from some guy who didn’t see our lights
When they were on the road

Because we were in the backseat of your car
Falling into each other, tasting the salt of your skin
Unrolling a condom, safety first, saying ‘I love you to the end’
Screams and groans and cries and moans
But I guess that was the end

I guess we went too far
In the backseat of your car

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I’m at the school until whenever tonight.  I got a couple of quotoes I needed for my story.  The rough draft is due tomorrow!  Holy shit, I really need to stop procrastinating.

Meanwhile, my two new college friends (M & A) and I apparently all like the same guy, N.  The war is now dubbed the “N War” although it isn’t actually a war.  But apparently I flirt too much.  Who’da thunk it?  M is casting a love spell, but not like the kind to trick someone into loving you.

Of course, I’ve given serious consideration to the three Goth boys down the street.  I would totally date a Goth.  (My little sister is anti-Goth or something, but I think they’re hot.)  So, yeah . . .

And I keep seeing people on campus smoking and I want a fucking cigarette, dammit!  But I can’t because I promise my grandmother on her grave I wouldn’t start again.  (She had emphysema.)  And I can’t drink because I have no alcohol.  And I can’t have sex . . . except on the phone and with myself.

Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, but all I got going for me is the fucking rock ‘n’ roll.

Ah, shit.  Well, let’s update but this post is over!

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe/Gerard Way, aka Dru, aka me

Okay, decided I should say this.  I am in love with Billie Joe, but I’m also crushing on Gerard.  And even though he’s gay in my story, he’s bisexual in real life which means I can share.  Billie Joe and Gerard will share me and I’ll share Billie Joe with Addie and Gerard with Chris.  Everyone wins and Addie and Billie Joe’s sons can still see him.  Yay!

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Armstrong/Way, aka Dru

P.S. If anyone has any pictures of Green Day and My Chemical Romance together, please email me!  ryanz_raindrop@yahoo.com

Yup, it’s that story I’ve been talking about.  Decided to do a run down of the chapters.  Remember, the link’s in one of these posts.  I can’t link to it from this computer . . . because it’s not mine and it’s an adult site, so . . .

Introduction: Cliche Beginnings-Yeah, that basically says it all.  Druscilla is famous and powerful and the It Girl.  Her best friend is the ‘cute little gay boy’ and he’s dating/screwing Druscilla’s ex-boyfriend, who happens to be Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance. 

Anyway, the cliche beginning . . . Druscilla is going to a party, gets in a fight with her current boyfriend, dumps him, and decides she needs to hook up.

Chapter One: Drunken Games–Druscilla goes to the party, meets a dick, meets Billie Joe, makes out with Billie Joe . . .

Chapter Two: ???–I can’t remember the title of the chapter, but it’s the one with sex.

Chapter Three: Between Rock ‘n’ Roll Sex Gods and Breakfast . . .–The morning after . . . enough said . . . Awkwardness ensues.  (I’m trying not to give too much away.)

Chapter Four: 80 MPH Kisses–Druscilla and Billie Joe go to this concert/party thing.  There is more sex.  Gerard and Chris do something dirty and call to tell Druscilla about it.

Chapter Five is currently in the works and starts with a ‘news story’ and Chris cursing at cameras.

Just read it.  It’s good, I promise.  Billie’s a god, Druscilla’s a celeb, Chris and Gerard are best friends, guardian angels, gay, and amazing comic relief.  Not that the story really needs it.  It’s like a like romantic comedy, but with enough sex to satisfy.  It’s rated NC-17

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

The title of my last post inspired me.  I wrote a song.  It’s called “Nonexistant Life”.

Nonexistant Life

I recently came to grips
That my life ain’t the shit
I keep telling everyone it is
Because all this is . . .

Is my sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic nonexistant life
And all you are is a memory
Of my sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic nonexistant life

I recently came to see
You would always be
A reason for me
To be a little happier with . . .

My sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic nonexistant life
And all you are is a wish
Of my sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic nonexistant life

But can it be pretend if you’re still breathing
And is it real if all you are is dreaming
And if it’s true that seeing is believing
I guess you’re happy when you don’t see me

And being alone is what sucks the most

About this sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic nonexistant life
And all you are is a 
Sadass fucking-boring
Pathetic all-too-existant memory
Of my nonexistant life

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru