I'M BACK, BITCHES. 
I'm 37 and happily married. I'm getting back into reading fanfiction because it's my safe place in these uncertain times.

I attended Interactive Introverts in Detroit and Chicago! It was absolutely one of the best trips ever. It was so funny and so good! Hard to believe it was almost 2 years ago. I'll never forget it!

In April 2017, I became Phan trash. 
It's quickly taken over my life and I have my best friend to blame for that. Phil Lester is a precious ball of sunshine and should be protected at all costs. I love these two idiots so damn much. 💙💙

Gerard Way is my hero, and I got to tell him as much. It made my soul happier than it has been in a long time. Telling your hero that they saved your life is one thing, having them be truly grateful and *thank* you is a whole 'nother ballgame. My heart is happy and I will follow Gee to the ends of Earth. ~11/12/16~

My Chemical Romance saved my life in 2005.

I met Misha Collins as well. He's just as beautiful in person and gives the best hugs. He's also a beautiful soul and so pure.  ~09/10/16~ 

I've completely isolated myself from the Supernatural fandom and only surface watch it because the fandom is toxic. Just my humble opinion.

I am Frerard trash forever.

I took a trip to Jacksonville, Florida and was honored and blessed enough to see a smol Satan by the name of Frank Iero in concert. He's amazing and even more amazing live. And, he liked my tweet about the concert and nearly caused me to have a heart attack. ~6/24/17~

I blow my candles out on December 16th. Forever the aging My Chemical Romance fangirl.