Damnit, I'm addicted.

		I will marry Chad Sugg.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Murfreesboro in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a invisible public transpo.
		I will spend my days as a Songwriter, and live happily ever after.

Haha, this thing is kinda amusing.

		I will marry Ryan Ross.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Omaha in our fabulous House.
		We will have 0 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a black Aston Martin.
		I will spend my days as a Merchguy, and live happily ever after.

explain to me this conspircy against me.

Why do people always tell me when they're suicidal?
I kind of wish they'd stop. Just die already, and I'll save my crying for the funeral.
I mean, not really. But it's pretty stressful and crazy and insane to deal with, when you know, you're not entirely stable youself.

Got my first free issue of AP. Dude, I'm going to go to the tour every year, just to keep getting this, and because they have a knack for awesome lineups. So far, so good.
Oh yeah, and they published my poll response and picture in this issue, so it's pretty fuckin' wicked.
Other than that, there's a good Gerard interview and the first article I've ever read on We The Kings. I get to see them on Warped in like, less than fourty days. That's insane.

I'm officially about ten chapters into reading "Invisible Monsters", and it's killer.

Kathy Griffin's reality show, My Life On The D-List is fucking back, and as always, hilarious enough to make me choke on my Diet Coke and cake. Now I'm watching Bravo's first A-List Awards, that Kathy's hosting, and it's also making me choke. It's all tre fabulous.

by the way, i TRIED to say I'd be there.

I think it's pretty wicked that my uncle's staying here for the weekend. He's hanging out on the couch with all the dogs right now. The dogs like the extra attention.
And he befriended the most adorable stray kitten that he was going to keep before he learned that he couldn't keep it. He named it Jet, and I hope it sticks around until my dad gets home. It's pretty much adorable, for a vile allergy-inducing creature.

Today is the official second day of my summer.
I started "Invisible Monsters" yesterday, and finished the first two chapters. Also, I went and got SnackShopicecream, which is better than I remembered it to be.
Five hours remaining before I'm caught up on "This Deliberate Life". That's one and 2/3 episodes. Kyle from Fireworks gave the best interview yet, pretty much.
I'm laying as low from people as I can. I broke what I was going for today, but I'll just avoid everyone tomorrow.

tell me how we got this way.

There's some conflict going on that's eating me alive.
And I don't mean that as a pun, because I haven't really eaten all day and this is the longest I've gone in awhile feeling hungry, I'm not in any kind of mood to eat.
I woke up at nine, getting less sleep than most on the weekends, since I didn't lay down for sleep until two a.m. And I took a slight nap at two-thirty p.m.
My emotionally exhausted state has exhausted me physically.
There's a cut in my ankle that is deeper than any cut I've made since last summer. Is it me or is the weather?
Am I done or do I fight?
From this point on, it's not my fault.
But it's not hers either.