It's times like this, when I'm curled up in bed with an empty pizza box* at 4:30 in the morning, avoiding writing a paper, that I realize just how much of a college student I really am. SIGH.

*Yeah, literally. I mean. The trash can is really far away? /o\

So hey, you know what I've been thinking about? Unironic love! Because, okay, let's just admit it: a lot of my fannish love is at least partly ironic. (Paul Gross and Ryan Ross, I'm looking at you.) I mock because I love, I promise! But there's also some of my love that is totally, completely unironic, and, well. You know who gets a lot of my unironic love right now? GERARD WAY.

Yeah, this is the ( Gerard Way Love Manifesto. )

Oh my God, that was really embarrassingly sincere. So, talk to me about unironic love, my pretties! Tell me about the last time you really seriously found yourself admiring Pete Wentz's literary skillz, or how much you would honest to God give Paul Gross a blowjob if the opportunity presented itself, or how Ryan Ross is actually kind of a misunderstood genius. I am listening! I will not judge you very much!