Zigging when everyone else is zagging; Or my adventures in bandom

I've been in a weird place fannishly for a little while now. I have shows I love, and I still have warm, fond, fuzzies for my favorite couples, Jeter and A-Rod, John and Rodney, Mal and Simon, Sam and Dean, Peter and Nathan, etc. But I feel kind of tuned out to fandom, which makes me sad. Part of it is being busy at work. When I get home, what I really don't feel like doing is focusing on the computer. Not fun! And also, I've been going through this thing where I find writing really tiring, even if it's not fiction, even if I'm just trying to write, say, a post or an email. This probably goes hand in hand with being busy at work. I get all written and thought out at the office, and then even squeeing about, say, Supernatural feels like too much work. That is SO SAD. I seriously need a vacation.

Anyway, please know that I am squeeing, even if it is quietly and by myself.

There is one thing, though, that is bringing joy to my tired heart. So much joy that I'm making myself focus long enough to write this post. Okay, yes, this new enthusiasm is bandom. Specifically Pete/Patrick. (They're from Fall Out Boy, for the many non-bandomers on my flist.) And I refuse to be ashamed of it! Because they are so cute they fill me with "awwwwwwww!"

( Cut for excessive rambling on and on and on about why they're so freakin' adorable, with bonus story links )