IWantYouBleeders

Things are shaping up to be Pretty. Odd.


I am Cheezy.

I luv random messages. (I'm so lonely) DX

INO is my Myspace.

I put everything in my back pocket.

I tackle my friends a lot.

I have a feeling that they don't like it.

I love The Pipettes.

And that's me in a nutshell....

Brittnie is my wonderful crack-covered doughnut wifey. I wish her many crack-covered kisses. <3


92% of the teen population likes rap and hip-hop.
If you're one of the 8% who listens to rock music, paste this in your profile

92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch decided breathing wasn't cool!! Put this is your profile if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing hysterically instead.

Favorite Quote:
"Suffocating on butt is not the best way to die! Especially if it's your own!"
-Me

Emo is just a word people made up while trying to comprehend our awsomeness.

RIP Lil Ray-Ray
1995-2007
We shall miss you so.

KUMQUAT what?



7/29/07=The best day of my life.

Projekt Revolution, the first of many concerts to come in my lifetime.
Even though we were roughly a football field away from the stage, WE ROCKED OUR BRAINS OUT!!!!!!
Ville Valo smoked a cigarette and hid his face, Adam Lazzara was twitchy and hyper, swinging his mic like the awesome he is, and then, MY CHEM…
They came out and I nearly fell into Fatty McGee in front of me cause I stood on my rickety seat and jumped and screamed so loud I could not hear myself. Through ticket troubles, anti-awesome music protesters, short skirts, lost clutches, and Andrew scares *shiver* Gerard managed to make that night the night of my life. He was very random, babbling about God, death and birthday cakes, and let the people in the front come over to the barriers and get Frank water all over them. I threw Skittles and Pretzels into the audience during Famous Last Words, screamed along to the best part of Mama (when almost no one else did) when he said, “Ladies sing this part…”, and hit every blown up condom that came my way.

It was Beautiful…








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The Ten Commandments of Mikey Way
1. Thou shall move as little as possible on stage
2. Thou shall choose coffee as thy poison
3. Thou shall straighten hair with dignity
4. Thou shall love sushi as much as thin self
5. Thou shall be the spiritual advisor to thy peers
6. Thou shall wear glasses as close to falling off as possible
7. Thou shall have epic battles with brick walls
8. Thou shall hate small spaces, large spaces and grocery shopping
9. Thou shall love unicorns with all thy heart
10. Thou shall be dangerous around toasters/heaters

The Ten Commandments of Frank Iero
1. Thou shall run around until thou can no longer breathe
2. Thou shall eat skittles
3. Thou shall let the singer feel thou up
4. Thou shall wear a badge on thy shirt collar or hood
5. Thou shall get tattoos
6. Thou shall kick random objects if they are in thy way (yes that means if they are in Gerard/Mikey too)
7. Thou shall grin with all teeth
8. Thou shall change hair style every year
9. Thou shall wear sunglasses in situations of conflict
10. Thou shall burn everything and call it Cajun

The Ten Commandments of Bob Bryar
1. Thou shall never get mad at those more annoying than thou
2. Thou shall look cool with sunglasses
3. Thou shall declare that Gerard makes thou heart burn openly
4. Thou shall love cats
5. Thou shall walk in the other direction/lash out if a camera is shown
6. Thou shall T.P New York
7. Thou shall drum until thou can drum no more
8. Thou shall give out Mikey Way’s phone number
9. Thou shall be the hardest working drummer ever
10. Thou shall love Mr. Bean as thou equal

The Ten Commandments of Ray Toro
1. Thou shall head bang till thou can head bang no more
2. Thou shall stick thou hands in cupcakes
3. Thou shall hide thy contacts well
4. Thou shall not like to read
5. Thou shall not bother to cook
6. Thou shall play until thou gets ‘Guitar Burn’
7. Thou shall hate thou hair when straightened
8. Thou shall sing back up as if it were the most important part
9. Thou shall ask Gerard to not do ‘that’ in thy direction
10. Thou shall be proud of thou afro


I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret.

WE HAVE TO BE PICTURE PERFECT

If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!

"I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to

_____"Teach
________me
__________a
___________lesson"

---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG & OR GAY...

REPOST THIS!


The Emo Bible

Everything started with the one God, Gerard.
One day he had a spark of creativity, so he picked this random ball of rock and started to put stuff on it.
The first day he created a really hot emo guy named Mikey.
The second day he created music.
The third day he created drugs, sex, and razors.
The fourth day he created an insecure emo girl, Alicia.
The fifth day he created black clothes, belts, and makeup.
The sixth day he created all of the swear words.
The seventh and final day he created the food of the gods, Skittles™.

One day, the first emos (Mikey and Alicia, who were wearing clothes) were greeted by the Skittle™ faerie. She told them, “Eat these sour Skittles ™.”
But Gerard said, “No, eat the regular Skittles™.”
So they ate the sour Skittles because they tasted better.
But then they felt bad.
And they got stoned a lot.
And they started cutting to make themselves feel better.
But then they had sore arms, so they got drunk to make them feel better. Because of this, Alicia accidentally got pregnant and gave birth to the beautiful Jepha, who lived off of Skittles.
A whole bunch of emos were spawned after that.

-1000 years later-

A hot 13-year-old boy named Frankie was walking home from the gas station where he had just purchased some Skittles. On the way he encountered an angel with a huge fro named Ray.
Ray said, “Gerard wants you right now.”
Frank: “What?”
Ray: “He wants to rape you.”
Frank: “But I’m 13. That’s illegal.”
Ray: “Whatever.”
Frankie was poofed up to heaven. The clouds were black.
Ray brought Frankie to Gerard.
Gerard said, “Now you will be pregnant with my son!”
Frankie: “No effing way! I’m a guy!”
Gerard raped him anyways.
Frankie was angry because now that he was pregnant, he was all fat. So he went anorexic but his friends forced him to eat because they knew about the baby.

-Nine months later-

Davey, the son of Gerard, was born!! ZOMG!

-16 years later-

Davey was the EMO JESUS but everyone hated him because he was gay.
Miracles: He did people’s hair and he turned water into beer.
He had a bunch of followers that loved him because he was hot.
Some angry people (the ancestors of jocks and preps) killed Davey because they were homophobic.
1000 years later someone made a really shitty movie about it called, “The Passion of the Davey”

-2000 years later-

Davey Havok is the reincarnation of the EMO JESUS. He becomes the messiah and people worship him and his beautiful voice. He eventually saves the world from the total hellhole it is.


The End

"There's not a siren that can keep me from your window.
There's not a pill that can keep you from my mind."





The pictures down there are all from Projekt Revolution. Cept for Patrick. And the Chadam thing... Maybe

That picture of Jimmy, YEAH, THAT'S HOW CLOSE I WAS.

BE JEALOUS.