Life.Of.Sin

Okay, I didn’t update yesterday because I got up at noon and we went to the mall and not a single guy hit on me.  But, oh my God, there was this gorgeous guy there.  Beautiful is the only way to describe him.  That, and ‘metro’.  He had ripped jeans, gorgeous hair.  He was thin, dark, pale . . . he was a God.  I followed him out of the mall, but I didn’t say anything.

That’s why I’m making this promise/observation.

Observation: I never see any of these guys again unless they work at a store and that only happened once. 

Promise: Next time I see a guy that’s just fucking gorgeous and is going to haunt my dreams and steps until I find the next one, I’ll tell him.  I mean, what do I have to lose?  My virginity?  Okay, that’s wishful thinking, but still . . .

I promise to tell gorgeous guys at the mall that they’re gorgeous and ‘I just wanted you to know that’.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I’m going to do some free advertising for the blog that, thus far, I know oneperson reads.  This is a Green Day fanfiction group I started.  So far it’s me and one other member.  We post fanfiction.  Anything Green Day goes, doesn’t matter what the pairing or rating is so long as it’s decently editted and ran through spell check.

http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/greendayff/

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?  Well, have you ever wondered what a place might look like if that place were in fact, a person?  It happened in “I Was a Teenager Fairy” and it sparked my interest.

Here are what I’ve come up with so far.  Let me know what you think.  Once again, don’t steal my copyrighted shit.

a deep dark bitch trying to escape the metal bars of her concrete prison  -New York City

a pop princess trying to be punk in need of caffein and a nicotine fix  -California Coast

a small town scandal with pigtails and her boyfriend’s class ring  -Iowa

a secretary who’s lipstick matches the red lingerie under her two hundred pound suit  -England

a bleach blonde princess who rules her throne with ‘Cosmo’ and Daddy’s credit card  -LA

a dancing girl with triple pierced ears and fake breasts who writes poetry in a flowered notebook  -Las Vegas

a pro-choice mom married to a Republican plitician with a 170 IQ and an apron  -D.C.

a Southern Belle wearing fishnets under her debutante gown  -Georgia

a bilingual professor with red hair and double doctorate in History and Agriculture  -Texas

a validectorian buying a pregnancy test and a Harlequin novel while hiding her tongue ring -Conneticut

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe

I figure that since I keep telling all of you about my stories, I might as well link to them so you can find them, if you actually give a damn.

http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=1296765089

That link, most grieviously, also takes you to some of my old fan fiction, namely Harry Potter.  The first three stories are the ones you should read:

2 Singers, A Songwriter, & A Cute Little Gay Boy: In which Billie Joe falls in love with Druscilla Ryan, Gerard Way is gay and in love with Druscilla’s best friend Chris.  A comedy with sex scenes and some drama.  NC-17

Tomorrows: In which Billie Joe is raped and must come to grips with the fact that he needs help.  Flashbacks, angst.  Either hard R or light NC-17.

The Bigger Sad:The sequel to ‘Tomorrows’.  Short.  In which Billie Joe talks to his son, Adrienne, and his shrink.  Rated PG-13.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I dyed my hair blue.  I found the Manic Panic Attack shit and decided, ‘why not’?  So my hair is blue and red and kinda dark brown, too.  My hair is so damaged.  In about three days my hair colour will warp to God knows what.

I still haven’t eaten.  Oops.

Right now I’m listening to Green Day, doing my nails (black, obviously), and the anarchy symbol on my hand. 

My back hurts.  And that guy keeps calling wanting to have phone sex, so I told him Tuesday.  What?  Don’t look at me like that.

Seriously, it’s like masturbating with another person.  And I masturbate, so why shouldn’t I include another person.  It’s certainly more interesting.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru, aka the masturbatory slut

I really should eat.  I’ve been up since nine and it’s now eleven a.m. and I’m not eating.  And this time I’m hungry, but I’m not.  Like, I’m hungry but nothing sounds good.  I think I’ll probably just have a can of Squirt and call it breakfast.  I know the whole spiel about how breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but I haven’t been eating breakfast since about halfway through senior year.  There’s just no time and I haven’t quite outgrown the bowl of cereal thing, it’s just that there’s never any fucking milk.  And I’m picky about breakfast.  No leftover pizza or toast or anything.  I don’t see how people can throw a piece of leftover pizza in the microwave and eat it for breakfast.  Or, even worse, eat it cold.  Pizza isn’t a breakfast food!

Of course, I’m completely and totally willing to eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.  Alas, we have none.  But we have a couple more frozen strawberries.  Oh, I know.  I’ll eat some dry Lucky Charms with my Squirt.

Talk to all the people who don’t read this blog later.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I didn’t really do the greatest review of the ‘American Idiot’ CD, so to make up for that I’m going to list my favorite lines from all the songs on the CD.  That work for you?  Don’t care if it doesn’t.  (Oh, and I will be breaking down the songs that have about five parts and pick lines from each of the parts.)

***American Idiot***
And can you hear the sound of hysteria
The subliminal mind fuck America

***Jesus of Suburbia (Five Parts)***

Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of “none of the above”,
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin,
No one ever died for my sins in hell,
As far as I can tell . . .

City of the Damned
I read the graffiti,
In the bathroom stall,
Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall . . .

I Don’t Care
Everyone Is So Full Of Shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites,
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave . . .

Dearly Beloved
Are we demented? Or am I disturbed?
The space that’s in between insane and insecure

Tales From Another Broken Home
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don’t exist (I love this.  It reminds me of me)

***Holiday***
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There’s a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument

***Boulevard of Broken Dreams***
Read between the lines of what’s
Fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs to know I’m still alive

***Are We The Waiting*** (My favorite song)
The rage and love, the story of my life,
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown . . .

***St. Jimmy***
And I’m here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe

***Give Me Novacaine***
Give me a long kiss goodnight,
And everything will be alright,
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing

***She’s a Rebel***(I love this song.  It also reminds me of myself)
She’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

***Extraordinary Girl***
She sees the mirror of herself,
An image she wants to sell,
To anyone willing to buy

***Letterbomb*** (Which, coincedentally, has nothing to do with letterbombs)
You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father’s raise and your mother’s love
Made me the idiot America

***Wake Me Up When September Ends***
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

***Homecoming (Five Parts)***

The Death of St. Jimmy
In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes without any shame,
He says “We’re fucked up”,
But we’re not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame . . .
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay . . .

East 12th Street
Jesus is filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on east 12th st,
He’s not listening to a word now,
He’s in his own world,
And he’s daydreaming

Nobody Likes You
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They’re all out without you,
Havin’ fun . . .

Rock ‘n’ Roll Girlfriend
I got a kid in New York,
I got a kid in the Bay,
I haven’t drank or smoked nothin’,
In over 22 days,
So get off of my case

We’re Coming Home Again (This is the one that has to do with letterbombs)
The time has come and it’s going nowhere,
Nobody ever said that life was fair now,
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear,
In the summer heat

***Whatsername***
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face
But I can’t recall the name

Now I give all the songs alternative titles.  And some of them are funny and pick fun at the songs and you know I worship Green Day, so no bitching.

American Idiot–Let’s Use Lots of Big Words While I Bitch About Bush (Hell yeah!)

Jesus of Suburbia–Let’s Create An Alter Ego for this Cool ‘Rock Opera’

Holiday–The Song Where Sarcasm Is Mistaken For Hating Gays and France

Boulevard of Broken Dreams–Let’s Complain While Billie Joe Looks Hot in Eyeliner

Are We The Waiting–I Think I’m Going Through Nicotine Withdrawal or Somethin’

St. Jimmy–Another Alter Ego Has Come to Play With the First Alter Ego . . . Yay!

Give Me Novacaine–You Will Never Look At a Dentist’s Office the Same Way Again

She’s a Rebel–Oh, She’s So Cool . . . If I Sing About Her I Might Get Laid

Extraordinary Girl–Oh, No . . . Romance Troubles

Letterbomb–In Which There is Nothing to Do With Letterbombs

Wake Me Up When September Ends– (Out of respect for Billie’s late father whom this song is about, I will say nothing.)

Homecoming–In Which St. Jimmy Dies, Jesus Shows Up, A Lot of Coffee is Drank, Letterbombs Are Finally Mentioned, and We All Come Home (One of the most eventful songs on the CD)

Whatsername–I Still Love That Girl . . . But What the Fuck Was Her Name Again?

—

Now, that I have all that fun out of my system . . .

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

I woke up at about nine this morning, which isn’t bad at all considering what time I went to bed last night.  Before I couldn’t get any sleep and now I’m sleeping all the fucking time.  I’m just so damn tired.  Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to tell you.  I have to tell you about this awesome kick ass dream I had.

Well, it’s started out as a dream about me fucking Billie Joe, but then that kind of faded out into this other dream . . .

I’m with one of my high school friends Krystal.  It’s me her, her whole family, and my mom.  We’re all going out to California for this wedding that Krystal’s family was invited to and mine wasn’t.  Kinda weird, eh? 

Anyway, she tells me that it’s actually a fake wedding.  The girl’s already married, she’s just marrying this gay guy for fun.  And the ‘bride’ knows Krystal’s family.  So, I find out that the gay guy is none other than Remi-Wemi.

Imagine my shock.  I’m not invited to the wedding, but there I am in Cali and all I can do is get on some computer and IM him because I know he always has his damn phone on.  So, I do and I tell him ‘Congrats on the wedding.  Can I bake you a cake?’

At first he bitches about how loud it is, then he kinda figures out that I know about a wedding that he never told me about.  So, I ask him where it is and what time.  He tells me.  I slip into a red dress and arrive five minutes before the wedding.  Krystal and her entire family have already left.

I go to the church and he’s looking and I’ve changed so much since I talked to him on cam that he doesn’t recognize me.  So he clears his throat and says, in that unfortunate girl voice, “Is Druscilla here?  I need to talk to her if she is.  Can you stand up?”

So, I do.  And then he pulls me to the front of the church and explains to me and everyone else that the already married bride said it was okay for me and Remi to get married instead of her and Remi.

So we have our own ‘fake’ wedding with a straight bride and a gay groom.  I call my mom from the car and tell her that I just had a fake wedding and will she come to our fake reception.

Then, I decide to move to Cali with Remi and we go back for a week to NE so I can take my finals and pack.

And that’s about where I woke up.

Fucked up, huh?

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

It’s ten until midnight and I figured I’d drop on last note for the night and post another pic.  I have to pack when I get up tomorrow for three days.  I hate planning punk in advance.  It’s so non-punk.  I just wanted to warn all the people that aren’t reading this blog that I may not be able to update Saturday and Sunday.  (And now that ‘aren’t’ wasn’t a typo.  I know no one’s reading this fucking blog.)

So, anyway.  Good night.  Must go clear off the couch so I can sleep.  Listen to Green Day and fall asleep.  Yay.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

Warning: Don’t fucking steal my copyrighted shit.  It’s illegal.

Happily Ever Aftermath

Once upon a time
Not always such a lie
And I feel so full
When you’re deep inside

Happily ever aftermath
Champage and bubble bath
And I feel so amazing
Because you find sex a craft

Petals of roses on a bed
Such a cliche, such a dread
And yet I find you love my lips
When I slip down and give you head.

Let’s make love forever
In this bed and never
Let go of all that ever
Plagued me before this night.