thewingedword

Note to self: no matter what is wrong with you, bandom/japanese extreme cinema crossovers will fix it. Even if you are horribly sick and have finals and female problems, creepy-as-fuck stories about vengeful incarnations of lust and incest fetus dumplings will apparently make you feel ten times better.

You know what seriously makes me feel better, though? The face William Beckett makes when he's really quite drunk. I hate posting watermarked pictures, but this is the best example of that face I could find.

Damn straight, he's timeless like Joyce. That's him on the left; ignore the other two people, who are probably equally as drunk but don't have the same expressions of peering superiority.

He's also Peter Pan. Top that, bitches.

And I'm leaving for Vegas Thursday, won't be back for. Um. A few days? It's going to be highs over 100 every day we're there, so that's assuming I don't melt into a puddle on the Strip. Seriously, though, I love Vegas and we're going to see a Cirque du Soleil show, and staying at the Paris which is pretty awesome. I can annoy the staff with my horrible horrible French! Also, Vegas is the home of Panic! At the Disco. I don't know, it's just cool, is all.