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.