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Jesus, you guys. What a week it’s been! Am I right? The fact that any of us are still standing is a darn miracle. If the NRA was President and we all had our mandatory, state-issued guns on our hips then we would have blown our heads off by now – that’s how bad it’s been.

Why? Why so doom and gloom this week? That answer is found in the tweets, posts, and interviews announcing the demise to our generation’s Fleetwood Mac. I of course am talking about Fall Out Boy breaking up.

God damn it, you guys. I can barely type that without getting teared up.

Everyone in the band (Fall Out Boy – not Fleetwood Mac) has announced in some way or another that the band is done. Kaput. Dead. Over. No more. Just like everyone else in the entire world (and probably universe because our radio waves go out into space – I’ve seen Star Trek!) I’m finding it hard to wake up in the mornings now. Why bother waking up? Who wants to wake up to a world where we won’t hear that one song that Fall Out Boy sang that you thought was that other band that sounded just like them? I don’t. Well I guess I technically do but I’m not happy about it.

I don’t know how we’ll do it but I guess we will have to get by. I suggest we start a candlelight vigil every Thursday night until the band members realize that individually they are 4 separate, dumb asshats but together they are one big dumb asshat and reunite.

Dear Jesus, please make Fall Out Boy get back together soon – for the kids.