Shut up, Deirdre.
Show good. Spectre pretty.
We're okay. We're doing fine. I think. Even though I jump every time my phone rings because I want it to be news of Steph. :| I'm all itchy because I want to help, but I'm needed here too.
Apparently being on tour with me is like being on tour with your mum. Just because I clean everything and I cooked outside on the little grill thing and everyone had nice yummy hamburgers instead of crap crap crap and more crap and also crap. I heard someone say "Why does the bus smell all pretty?" And someone else said "I think that's soap."
Think. Think it's soap. *headmotor*
I am surrounded by boys.