I creak in places I don't usually creak in...

I started writing my life down today. It was interesting. I plan on finishing it soon, because it's really funny. Feel free to ask if you want to see parts written about you. I might show you, I might not, depending on what I write.

I'm sore. Too much exercise cramming. I leave for Myrtle Beach on either Friday or Saturday, I don't think we decided yet. I know, I know...how will you all live? It's okay, it's only until the 30th. Or later, depending on if I go to Warped Tour or not. Speaking of...who's going? Because I don't want to go if no one's going.

Sometimes, when I'm talking to certain people, it's like an alien takes over my body and starts spewing shit out of my mouth. I don't know. It's horrible. I can't explain it. I don't mean it, but every time I open my mouth...bad news.

Here's a thought: give me something to write a poem about, and I'll write you a stupid one. I haven't done it in a while, I'm in the mood.

Have a nice day.