omg...i literally died at my desk reading this. so fucking hysterical.
My favorite part has to be the following:
At various points throughout the weekend, members of Cobra Starship tell me they're not mad at me for what I wrote about their upcoming album in the edition of BTTS that's since disappeared from the Internet
. The same cannot be said about keytarist Vicky T, who stares daggers at me thanks to the story I wrote about the whole "Ashlee-Simpson-helped-me-write-this-song, no-wait-she-didn't" fiasco
of a few weeks back. Also, the guys in Panic! at the Disco ignore me throughout the weekend, either because they don't remember me or because they want to kill me. I can't say I really blame them either way.
& thanks anton for always posting a link to james' stuff...i'm too lazy to remember to look for it each week, so i appreciate the reminder.