Life.Of.Sin

I love you Holly and there’s no way I will ever bitchslap you.  I, however, will tease you and say WTF?

Nah I think it goes Frank, Gerard, Bob, Mikey then Ray at the end. Pansy for ever!!! Nice pix, get more of Frankiiii like…*teenie moment*

But I love you so much . . .

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S. You’re wrong.   It’s Gerard.  I wuv you!

I’m kind of bored.  Okay, I’m really bored.  I’m really fucking bored.  I’ve been at the library since about one and it’s almost five.  This is quite sad.  Yesterday I ate half a box of donuts.  That’s sad, too.  I at six fucking donuts, two packages of ham, a popcorn ball, a heath bar, and a twenty oz. of Ruby Red Squirt.  I went from being practically fucking anorexic to practically fucking pregnant.

Grrr…

Powdered donuts are so good though.  Mmm . . . donuts. 

Sorry.  Yeah, so I’m sitting here when I really should be typing up on the second part of “How We Got Here”.  I know, I know, I’m evil.  I read the reviews on my new story “At Your Mercy”.  The first girl I love to death and she prefers Billie Joe as a bottom.  The second girl was very into Billie Joe being a top.

Personally, I was really into Billie Joe being a top because he was such a kinky little nympho with Mike tied to the bed and everything . . . heh . . .  (Link’s over there>> if you’re interested.)

Blah blah fuckity blah.  Hahafuckingha.  I am so damn bored.  Someone’s going to read this post and go ‘WTF’?  And if you do that, you really need to stop thinking in web speak.  It’s a little weird.

I’ve gotten lots of comments on this Blog about how hot Gerard Way is.  I guess I should go find some more pictures of him when I’m not being lazy.

I was so bored yesterday.  I type my stories up in an email and then send them to myself, all formatted and everything.  So, I’m typing up the second part of “Green Eyes Staring, Thin Lips Swearing” and I got bored.  So I did this:

BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE BILLIE JOE

Okay,  I’m going to assume you get the fact that I was really bored and that I am now so currently bored that I am relating prior stories of boredom to you.

There’s supposed to be this picnic thing today instead of actual cafeteria food and whatnot.  I don’t know if my mom’s even home yet.  I’m bored though.  Really bored.  Oober bored.  Bored enough to sit here and be lazy for another five minutes.

Blah.

And there isn’t anyone to bitchslap.  Will someone send me a stupid false comment I can bitchslap?  You can use a fake name and everything.  I just need to bitchslap someone.  But don’t tell me it’s fake.  Bitchslappee wanted.  Any takers.

. . . sigh . . .

Okay, I think I’ll end this post now before I promise sexual favours to the next person who decides to send me a stupid comment.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that’s just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you’re just a line in a song  (“Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy)

How hot are those lines?  And then the ones about how “I’m watching you from the closet, wishing to be the friction in your jeans.  Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him?”  Erotic lyrics on the radio. 

I don’t know.  Something about that song . . . that’s a song you could fuck too.  Not make love or anything, just fuck.  Fuck yourself, fuck your girl/boyfriend.  It doesn’t matter.  That song was made for fucking.

I miss that town,
I can’t believe it,
So hard to stay,
So hard to leave it.  (“Photograph” by Nickelback)

This isn’t a song to fuck to.  I mean, you could.  But you would have to have your radio on and it was just have to come on without you meaning to, but this isn’t a ‘fucking song’.  This is a song you play during your last homecoming, the night after graduate, after you break up with your first boyfriend.  It’s a song about remembering.  It’s a song you sing really loudly and really badly while pounding on your steering wheel with your head thrown back. 

I¹ve been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I¹m destined
For anything…at all
Downtown lights will be shining
On me like a diamond
Ring out under the midnight hour
No one can touch me now
And I can¹t turn my back
It¹s too late ready or not at all  (“Waiting” by Green Day)

I think this song is perfect.  You can listen to it whenever.  But it’s a song you should listen to when you’re rushed or you have writer’s block or you’re going to sleep.  It’s not a song you sit down and contemplate the meaning of.  The meaning of this songs finds you.  And when it found me I was sitting in the basement, chewing on my pen, thinking of what was going to happen next in my story.  And this song, especiall with the line “Wake up” is just perfect for me.  It’s me, it’s what I want.  This song conveys to me where I want to go and where I will go and how hard I’m willing to try.  The “wake up” to me conveys lost innocence.  You know, wake up and find it again.

I’m too philosophical.  It’s okay.  You can shoot me.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I don’t know what this post is about yet.  All I know is I’m reallly fucking bored.  I just finished the first chapter of the second part of “How We Got Here”, but I’m too lazy to fucking type it.

I walked up to the school in nets, a skirt, a tank top, and men’s shirt.  I’m not ready to walk home yet.  If I walked my ass up to school in this outfit in the cold, you can bet yours I’m not leaving until I’m good and toasty.

I do want a Coke though.

Oh, and my goal for the week for the ‘Royal Sceptre’ was to masturbate in a public place, so I still have to do that before I leave.

Talk to you all later.  Oh, and thanks for the review Holly!  Yeah, I know.  Mike and Billie.  Mmmm…

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I have now made it so you can access my stories from the blogroll on that>>>> side of the page.  Yay!  I don’t know how many of you actually care, but you can.  And now I don’t have to keep posting links.  All of my Green Day fics are on there and the only one still currently a WIP is ‘2 Singers . . .’ 

All are hosted at adultfanfiction.net, therefore you must be of legal age to view such material (18) blah blah blah.  Leave me a review if you read something.

Now it’s time for bed because I am fucking beat.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S. I just got an offer of marriage for how good a story was.  Damn, I’m good.  ::silly smile::

I am so proud of myself.  I have finished four stories in the past 48 hours.  That is just so awesome.  And these aren’t my little 200 word cop out stories either.  Two were serious smut, one was major angst, and one was just the beginning of a huge series.

Anyway, I just finished a story called 1989 that used a shitload of poems I wrote.  So I’m going to upload those poems.  It will help you understand them if you know Billie Joe wrote them about Mike.

I’m sick of the waiting and all the bullshit
I’m sick of wearing this smile, this lie
I don’t want to tell you I’m fine anymore
I want to tell you the truth
But I’m terrified

But I can’t hate you and I can’t love you
Because you’d never love me back
And if I told you how I felt

(Billie thinking about Mike.  It ends like that on purpose, just so you know.)

Just listen to me please
I know you hate me but just listen
I’m not like that okay, I’m not
I don’t want to like him
I don’t want to like guys
But if you would just stop saying ‘fag’ for one fucking minute

You’re not even my dad
I don’t know why I care what you think
But everytime I fucking yell at you she cries
And I hate you for it
Why can’t you just die
But can’t just stop calling me a fag?

(Billie Joe wrote that one about his stepdad being a prick.)

Deep cuts, slashes on my wrist
And the blood comes rolling down
Dark against my skin
I stare through heavy lids at it
It pools and drips onto the floor
Leaving little red dots across the linoleum
It feels kind of good after I wash it
The razor blade clatters against the sink
What the fuck would they say if they knew?

(Depressed Billie.  So sad.)

Pulled in two different directions
Two different paths with unmarked destinations
One is easy and the other is hard
One coverered in cement, the other is dark
And you don’t know which way to go
It’s hard to follow and hard to lead
You can’t turn back and you can’t change your mind
But you can’t just stand there and wait
So you give in, you take the easy way out
But you just never know

(This is Billie talking about his choice between Mike and Addie and how he chose Addie.)

It’s just a test, true or false
Two chances, fifty-fifty
Pass or fail
And even when it’s multiple choice
There’s still four answers
And you try so hard to just scrape a pass
Not to fail at this test
It’s so much more important than any other
And you’ve got more people to please now
It’s not just your ass on the line and you play connect the dots
It’s not just a grade you can throw away
It’s life.
God fucking dammit.
Mike or Addie?

(Self explanatory)

I’ve got these breaths stuck in my throat
I can’t breathe and I can’t think
Not of anything but you
And there’s so much more I’ve got to do
I’ve got a life and a family
And then there’s you
I’ve got so much riding on this
I can’t just give in now
There’s these feelings I’ve felt forever
God, I can’t just push them away and forget
But it’s so hard to remember

(About how Billie Joe wants to forget his love for Mike because he’s got Addie and Joey.)

Here’s another rung we add
To this ladder we help to build
And as I add this rung to it
Another disappears
It’s seems the higher I try to go
The closer I am to the ground
I make so much effort to try and remain
But I just keep getting pulled down
I’ve got someone coming into this world
And I’ve got to keep in control
But I’ve got someone tugging
And he’s already here
And he’s spinning me out of control.

(About how Billie needs to forget Mike.  The rung he’s adding is Jakob because Addie just found out he’s pregnant.  The reason he keeps being pulled back to the ground is his love for Mike.)

Okay, now I have to say . . . Billie Joe Armstrong did not write ANY of those.  I did.  Don’t be all stupid and think he wrote them.  I’ve read journals and shit online where people’s usernames were things like ‘Gerard Way’ and ‘Billie Joe’ and people actually thought it was them.  Don’t get those stupid ideas on me or you’ll be bitch-slapped.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S. The story is at this link if you want to read it.
http://www.adultfanfiction.net/aff/story.php?no=544200514

I went to look at the news because I haven’t been looking at the headlines much lately except when I’m waiting in line at the grocery story and I much prefer the tabloids to USA Today, so . . .

Anyway, I’m going to tell you what I found on the news site (news.yahoo.com) and then I’m going to put in my two cents.

Katie Holmes is knocked up!  I actually love Katie Holmes to death, but she’s young and he’s older and so . . . Anyway, I think their baby’s going to look really fucked up.  And this brings us to the age-old question: What the fuck were you thinking dumping Nicole?!

Army Flu Quarantine Thing.  Apparently Bush wants the power to be able to send troops around the US and quarantine people in case we get that flu outbreak they have in Asia that birds get.  This would give the soldiers the power to shoot their own citizens if they didn’t want to be quarantined.  This lead to a discussion between me and my mother about whether the soldiers would actually shoot.  The ultimate decision was ‘no’.

King Abdullah, aka King Somethin-Somethin, wants to meet with Mideast leaders.  Great for you.  I hope you get drunk and have sex and all that fun stuff.  Unfortunately, I don’t give a shit.

High Court Clases Over Assisted Sucide.  They’re debating whether it’s ethical for doctors to help terminally ill patients die.  Let’s see . . . they’re going to die anyway.  Just fucking let them die if that’s what they want.  They have this really cool picture of this lady holding a sign.  It’s down below.

  Go Grandma!

Congress Seeks to Cut Food Aid to the Poor.  Yeah, because that makes sense.  They’re poor so let them starve together.  Not only does Bush hate black people, but he hates poor people.  It’s not like they can give them money.  And just so you know, I’m not bitching just to bitch.  I’m on food stamps, so this would affect me, too.

Beyonce Opens Up to Vanity Fair.  ::snicker::  Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.  I hate her.

And The Most Prolific Shoplifters are . . . in Europe, they are Britians.  And it’s quite ironic that the most stolen item was razor blades.  You’ve got a lot of depressed or really really hairy Britians running around.  The next most stolen things were alcohol (which I support) and toiletries (which I think is just fucking weird).

The National Hockey League Returns Tonight.  Uh, yeah.  Whatever.  ::turns page::

That’s all of my witty social commentary (yeah right) for now.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru