June 15th, 2007


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Wireless internet is the bomb. Speaking of the bomb. Spectre is also the bomb. In the good way not like..he bombed. He didn't bomb.

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.
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