accio niall / Comments

i came on here to write for reverberations, but i ended up looking for john fics and then once fed up with that i looked for nc-17 fics with merit (this is mibba, of course porn doesn't have merit why am i not on livejournal the home of porn that can look in the mirror without shame) and then i went through my comments and lurked on pages of people that i used to talk to and then i went through my drafts and cried and then i tried to hack my old email to see if i ever sent myself that frank story but then i got distracted by an email from twitter and messaged jenna about it on tumblr and then i came here to complain to you about going out tonight.

THIS IS WHY I CAN NEVER WRITE A CHAPTER FIC

NIKKI

GET

YOURSELF

TOGETHER

WOMAN

prestyn's bar age now, so a bunch of us are going out tonight and i've been looking forward to this for a while.

BUT i'm on my period and i'm tired and i just want to stay home. instead i'm going to be going out and not drinking and BOO

i mean, my cramps aren't that bad anymore and i'd probably get drunk with everyone, except i really do not want to see what would happen if i were to try and change my tampon while drunk. uhm, no thank you XD

UGH TONIGHT IS GOING TO SUCK SO BAD. if i can find my phone, i'll probably be whining to you all night.

asldkfjsdlfkj LASKLDFLASDHLFSDHFLASDKFD

i went through my drafts on here, and found bits and pieces from that frank iero story that i wrote on quizilla. OH MY GOD. CRYING.

WHY DIDN'T I EVER SAVE THE WHOLE THING. it was so bad but i don't even care i want it back ughhhh

i want to change my username back to o'callaghan again. so that our usernames can be soulmates. UGH.

also, i don't think i told you this. on father's day, my dad and i had our annual yearly one-on-one heart to heart discussion thing and we talked about health, depression, life, dreams, spirituality (aka EVERYTHING) and it was wonderful and i almost told him that i'm attracted to both guys and girls. almost.

the only solution to my horrible, horrible predicament: you need to post your stories so i can love them down like my own child

that was gross. why did i just say that. i'm sorry future child of mine.

i tried looking on livejournal for the maine fic, but i failed greatly. LIVEJOURNAL, WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN MEEEE

lamksdlkdfj i just wanna read ONE good john story. i mean, i've read some that are okay, and that one you sent me with the older girl was great because she was older and he was little and alsdkmfsdf but IDK IS POETRY MAKING ME A SNOB? DID LIVEJOURNAL MAKE ME A SNOB? I WANNA READ A

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O
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STORY as in it's fucking flawless and i'm not cringing at spelling/grammar/whacked out plot devices that don't even make sense and fuck up the entire flow of the pretty decent story you had going on WHAT ARE YOU DOING/alsdkfjsdlfkds :( :( :(

LMFAO I FORGOT THAT GABE BROKE THE ROBOT

C R Y I N G

:/ is your internet just cut off, or did something happen to the computer?

i changed it back XD i just NEEDED to have a twin username to your for a couple minutes. i was going to keep it longer, but then i got paranoid that someone would steal dissonance and changed it back

JESUS CAMP. and awwhhh :)

i have to get up early tomorrow to run errands at the break of dawn and then drive to work and then work all day and it is TWO A.M. WHY AM I NOT SLEEPING


























































omg sorry for spamming you

every time i see "feat. John O'Callaghan and Garrett Nickelsen of The Maine (not a slash)" on a story's description,

WELL WHY THE FUCK NOT

also when i said "a piece of his hair" i meant draco's hair. obviously.

you're right, that's lame >:(

now i'm thinking about garrett going to hogwarts and sneaking into the slytherin common room to steal a piece of his hair so that he can make polyjuice potion from it and slip it into patrick's drink. why did i just think of that? why patrick?

my username is o'callaghan now and i have people making out as my icon so i feel like it is still acceptable. also i'll probably change it back to dissonance like, tomorrow morning or something.

i am also realizing that i know virtually nothing about john other than the fact that he sings like a babe. i don't want to ruin the essence~ of rev john, so i will stalk the fuck out of real john after this is finished. (see what i'm doing there? NOW I HAVE TO FINISH IT SO I CAN STALK REAL JOHN)

that makes me really sad :( partially because i can relate to that and the feeling of that and i wouldn't wish it on my greatest enemy but mostly because i'm selfish and want to read it.

you had a dream about sandy asdkfmlasdkf. john measuring sandy with a ruler: now inserted into the story.

i will just forever be crying in a corner about my computer. it's warrenteed, so they'll probably just give me a brand new one (yay) but STILL IT'S MY BABY :(

and that would have been it, wouldn't it have?

as i grew older and left my life in arizona behind, i would have looked back on you as that cute kid who smiled too much and hung out with the wrong crowd, if i remembered you at all.

THAT WAS BEFORE WE MET AT THE FAMILY REUNION

DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNN

also since you changed your username, i feel challenged by the universe and also obligated to change mine to a variation of john's name.

i judge stories on this site SO HARD based on their layout. like, if the layout sucks, i won't even read the story.

the robot sex story is making itself so hard to read right now.

(i am such a snob?)

also: my laptop crapped out. i have to take it to the computer store tomorrow so they can try to fix it. and i just realized that the last time i used the internet, i didn't erase my browsing history. also last time i used the internet, i watched porn. brb

FLIPPING

MY

SHIT

i am so scared alsdmflasdkfj asfsdf er4tba

k i'm writing some more for reverberations, and i'm not exactly sure what kind of style i'm going for here. letters that were never sent? bits and pieces of a journal? vague, short, and undescriptive? -_-

oh, and then i decided i wanted parts of the narrative in third person with capitalization ten minutes into writing this, so now this is just a hodgepodge of CRAP

but i love writing it. it's like there are no rules and i LOVE IT