Sometimes I think I know her. Then my arms bend back.

Hey readers. I was about to blog about something or another. But I realized. My blogs are never about my day or anything. It's never about how good my lunch was. Or how bored I am. It's always about something or another. You know? Like where that thing happens. And then I'm all, "haha, that bad hoochie mamma tried to fend up and get her dance on." ( Read more... )

So I guess the reporter lady wasn't all bitter that we almost killed her. She did a pretty good job on the article. Here it is.

The tide is rising for band membersA local teenage band is bringing tri-county crowds to their feet ( Read more... )

This is dedicated to Richard on his 18th birthday. Happy birthday man, you're a true thug ( Read more... )

intense.

Liek, omg. Breaking Tides pics, lol

( Look h33r!!1one )

I feel so alone right now.