My Vicky Life

I think I’m finally starting to understand my frustration concerning Brandon Boyd. I’m pissed off that I can’t be him. I don’t mean be WITH him, I mean BE him.

Vicky’s been annoying enough for one day, so it’s Jenny’s turn. We need to know.

It’s only fair. If he annoys me, we’ll be even.

Not very ladylike of me, I admit, but I was trying to make a point.

(Source: twitter.com)

Looks like he’s got them all.

(Source: twitter.com)

Maybe there is something good about getting old after all. Shit like this happens.

You be the judge.

Sigh. Don’t I know it. :’-(

Might as well throw this question out to everybody while I’m waiting.

The science behind our love just makes it all the lovelier.

Well, someone had to say it. The boy clearly has it bad.

…Speaking of White Fluffy Clouds.

My birthday is the day before his. Just sayin’

I know that sticker on his forehead says, “I voted,” but all I can see is “feed me.”