Another year gone by, and a new year to go. And so I raise my glass (of chocolate milk) to you. Thank you for your smiles, your hats, your music, and being true to who you are. You inspired me to start playing the piano again, and introduced me to the awesomeness of fedoras. If anyone could change the world, it’s you. And I’m right behind you, every day, because I am a fan. I am an admirer of your
Strength
Genius
Humor
Love
Thank you Patrick. Have a happy birthday.

Some days I feel like giving up on life. I feel like nothing matters, and I don’t matter. Some days, everything feels off, like I’m playing a key above or below the rest of the world. That’s when I pull on the headphones, turn up the volume until nothing exists except me and the music, and swallow my doubts. A thank you to Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Travis Clark, and everyone else on my iPod.

All of you fanpeeps have a) filled my dash with livestreaming on tonights House with Mr. “handsome as hell” Patrick Stump and b) made me insanely jealous that you all get to see it before me.

I have a weakness. I can’t resist a good lullaby sung by a hot guy. Travis Clark, Patrick Stump, pretty please?

It doesn’t matter who the heck you are… When Patrick Stump hits a low note when singing, it gets to you. In my case, I swoon. Don’t swoon while walking down a city street or on public transport. I don’t recommend it. In short, Patrick Stump, best voice ever.

The brilliance of it cannot be denied.