just when you thought things couldn't get worse they do

i think i need more goals than playing alkaline trio on the ukulele every night

these songs sum up my life right now okay

at the bottom brand new
new york i love you lcd soundsystem
nothing more to say joel plaskett emergency


in other news shit is going on in my life so i am writing a lot of unhappy durings. and one lens keeps popping out of my glasses so i look like i am permanently winking

went shopping today! bought half a coat, almond extract, and returned the shit out of some ugly shoes. accidentally bought a fifty dollar sweater too. it's totally cute, but not worth fifty bucks. anyway. right and i decided to start coordinating my clothes to the theatre i'm working at.

booked opening night tickets for a midsummer night's dream! i don't know whether i can go, because i will likely be working. anyway, i have some tickets so if you are in this neck of the woods let me know i can hook you up.

five songs i dig in no particular order: daylight by matt and kim i was a lid by manchester orchestra guns of camden town by the new york fund elephant gun by beirut first day of my life by bright eyes. these may/may not coincide with what the chords i know how to play


ps oh yeah i have been playing the fuck out of miley cyrus on the ukulele

Title: easy
Author: bellheim
Pairing: Bob/Ray, Bob/Gerard, Bob/Frank, Bob/Mikey (not at the same time)
Rating: r
Word count: 8900
Summary: Bob works in museum security and has sex with everyone.

( it's a progression. )

Title: Match
Bands: Fall Out Boy, Panic, My Chemical Romance, mentions of others
Pairings: Pete/Patrick (Jon/Tom, Frank/Gerard, Ryan/Brendon, etc etc etc).
Word Count: 45000
Rating/Warnings: none?
Author's note: Written for bandombigbang  2009. thanks to provetheworst  for confirming the ending needed work and to _ree  and ofkitchensinks  for reading just the ending and saying it was an improvement over a draft they only knew in theory.

Summary: Pete runs a matchmaking service. His two biggest problems (other than getting his secretary Mikey to notice him) are clients he calls Italian Frank and Impossible Brendon and just when he starts getting them together, everything else starts falling apart.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five

Bonus Tracks/Enhanced Content
Fanart:
Pete Wentz by provetheworst 

Fanmixes:
(Reasons To Believe) In The Form Of Heartbeats by exorcise 
Songs To Fall In (And Out Of) Love To by queen_of_goat 





( Match )

i am so out of the loop, what's up what's up. went to a show last night, my dress still smells like gunpowder. opening nights are fun, sometimes it is like hanging out with rockstars. or just regular celebrities or like that bar on cheers? is the bar named cheers? i don't know. also i'm eating a lot of frosted flakes.

what else what else, i love frank sinatra still. i will listen to sinatra while drinking wine and wearing high heels. speaking of shoes, i have thirteen pairs and five of those are in my car, because i change my mind about them frequently.

it just stopped raining like ten minutes ago and now the sun is out. all good news, i have to leave for work in five. maybe it'll be sunny for the opening tonight, fingers crossed. people are less likely to enjoy themselves when they are damp, true fact.

want me to make you a mixtape? i'll make you a mixtape.

How the hell is it May 20th already? This means it's ten days until Stratford Express, and twelve until opening week? 

I'm writing a lot, and since I started keeping track January 1, I've written about 170000 words? In a variety of things, but I do have some major projects planned, so watch for that.

Speaking of major projects, I'm in the midst of doing... something with my music library. What's that thing that people do, uh, organize? This isn't that. Lately I've been on a side-project kick, or listening to songs by bands that have animal names. Apparently bears, rabbits, wolves and whales are the most musical animals.

Uh, so hi, what's up.

Let's see, what's going on.

-With work. We got government funding! Everyone seems a little less insane, a little more relaxed. Working for a non-profit can be tough. I still haven't seen West Side. It's great, from what I've overheard at the start of each half. And the cookies from the greenroom are still delicious.

-With music. I've been listening to Manchester Orchestra, Jeremy Warmsley, uh, Dananananaykroyd, a lot of themed stuff. Here are links to what I've been listening to most often.

-With fic. Writing a bunch of things, most of them ridiculous but not really finishing anything in particular. Uhh, I did write some original fic about a paramedic, and then I'm writing one about gay detectives, you know. Also, big bang. headshot.

In other news, blip.fm is pretty handy. Like twitter for tunes. I'm tinmouth. Be my friend, I will give you props.

Just found this awesome video.

Uh, yeah. HAY.

I haven't written since... Friday. I am less than a thousand words away from 100000, and can't even fumble the words out to inch past it.

Maybe this week I will go out and sketch by the riverside. It's a very quaint thing to do, I think. It looks like this right now, though. Totally gross. I like to look at this flickr collection to remind myself that spring is coming. If you were to pick any photo from there (minus the ones about people) I could tell you an interesting story about it, or what it is.

I upgraded to Office 2007, and I keep feeling stupid because everything is giant icons. Look. Isn't it ridiculous? Although badass-- I just changed my colour scheme to black. It makes me feel productive, maybe I'll write again.

Twenty-two (outlined) scenes to go in my big bang fic. It's, well, it's already past 30000 words.

Albums I've been listening to: Death Cab's Narrow Stairs, Peter Doherty's Grace/Wastelands, Cold War Kid's Robbers and Cowards.

etc etc etc.

I should update more. So.

-Yesterday at work, Colm Feore jumped around the corner, yelled RAWR and offered to buy us all drinks. He is one of my favourite actors and not at all like the big names from last season. I can't wait for Mackers, seriously. He also advises everyone to come see Macbeth, buy 2000 tickets.

- Other work-related shenanigans, we were confirming the correct way to spell weiner (wiener?) and then I mentioned weenus, blah blah blah, and towards the end of our conversation ended up saying penis really loudly just as an actor comes around the corner. I win again. Apparently he'd been listening since the first mention of peens.

- In hopes of stopping the spambot, I signed up for aim (tinmouthMC) but I have no idea if I'm doing it properly.

- Decomposure is quite wonderful, experimental electronic post-rock. The Humidity Patient Guide is about 50 minutes long, completely free, and the album artwork incorporates white-out, cut and paste text and medical diagrams, be still my heart. It can be downloaded here through the official torrent, but also here.

Title: Switzerland
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Bob/Frank
Word Count: 3700
Summary: Bob doesn't want to have sex with Frank, apparently.


( bob and frank and pranks )

I wish I was friendlier. But I'm not.

- I'm off work for four weeks. Nothing serious, just typical off-season slowdown.

- I've been hanging around this Victorian renovation website most of Sunday and today. I can't remember what page led me to it, but I really enjoy looking at all the pictures and the work that's gone in it. I primed doorframes and trim all of today, so I really should be sick of it by now.

- I lost about 15000 words over the weekend, including most of my story for big bang. I twitch uncontrollably when I start typing now. I did find maybe 5000 of that back, but I honestly forget what happened in those boring middle parts that I have to write again.

- As my computer is dying and doing things like the above, I'm buying a new system. I'm leaning towards Mac, but still have no idea about what exactly I need. Any recommendations?