Poetry & Prozac

So clearly I lied on twitter because all I want to do is pick at the open oozing sore that is Panic's ... seperation? Thing? I guess.

In retrospect, there are a lot of clues that point to what went down. Spencer and Brendon have been the public face of Panic in an oddly conspicuous way. And weirdly exclusively friendly with Pete. It's been strange.

Zack's twitter made me sort of smile. As much as I can about this. He is clearly on team Brendon-and-Spencer, which, again, in retrospect, obvious. Also he refered to the band as "the Disco" which validated me all over the place.

I don't think most people expected a Panic split to go down these lines, or, I didn't anyway. I guess my Jon/Brendon shipper dreams have just been ground to dust. That, or this is potential for some awesome epic angsty fics. I vote for door number two.

But, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

Jon and Ryan are totally the bad guys on this in my head. I take that hug back, Jon Walker. I take it back so hard. (No, that's a lie, I totally don't. That is the GRIEF TALKING!)

I wonder who will fill the respective places in the new bands and if Brent is lying around amused by all of this?

My baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, you guys!

I'm seriously a little nauseous, guys. And incoherent. And a mini-picspam of Brendon (with cameos by the rest of Panic 2.0) almost made me cry just now.

In conclusion, here is a conversation I just had with girthygrizelda:

Her: "I'm no longer without furniture!"
Me: "But I'm without a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand!"

also: "A lead singer and a drummer is totally a band!"

Also, I'm still not giving up on bandom, but if someone wanted to point me in the direction of Disney fic, that'd be rad

ETA: I guess it's a good thing I think Spencer's neat-o now, otherwise this whole thing would really REALLY suck.