january 20th, 2008

(barack's POV)

is it still me that makes you sweat?

this is it! this is the day i finally become the first black president of the united states! it's been a goal of mine since i graduated college. michelle has been there for me up to this point, but she knows my intentions are elsewhere, and she's ok with that. she's a lovely coverup.

there's somebody else.

his name-well, you probably already know who he is-is brendon boyd urie. i met him when i traveled to the west coast last summer. he's in an emo band-it's my favourite genre!-called Panic! At The Disco. he's got a glorious, chiseled frame, a ninehead bigger than trump's idiocy, and he can sing well.

i think about him every night before i sleep. i dream of him.

i can picture it all. the flashing lights. the intensity. the love.

i love brendon urie, and i've only spoken to him twice. we facebook message every now and again, but other than that, we don't talk much.

and while our social connection may not be strong, our love connection truly is.

god bless america, and god bless brendon boyd urie.