Drop it like it's hot.
I kinda look like I have braces come to think of it. Ah well. Myself and Amber love this photo.
This will probably be my last update in this journal. I'm going to make a new journal because I'm too lazy to go through my friends list and delete things, also, many of you have annoyed me so much with your stupid ass "um, could you remove me because I removed you" crap. Listen, I don't give a fuck if you removed me, secondly no I'm not going to remove you in hopes that it pisses you off beyond belief and thus forces you to realize that maybe there's more to life than how your stupid info page looks. I really have no idea why it bothers me so much, but good god it does. SO, I hope all of you who have asked me to remove them love the fact that I'll keep this journal going forever just to fuck your info page up. MErRY CHRISTMAS.
LOVE the fact that me and Tracey have been the center of 2 bar fights in 2 weeks. Last night's however didn't directly involve us. It involved Jesse and some Canadian guy who thought that Tracey and I owed him something because we danced with him...well, more so Tracey as how I pretended that Ben was my boyfriend. All I'm sayin' is that 213 represent!! I don't know what that means.
Okay, that's it for now. Everyone buy Ruben's new Gospel record. NOW. Then wait until the 30th and purchase Kelly Clarkson's BREAKAWAY CD and pay no mind to the fact she has completely taken over Ashlee Simpson's place in life...minus the lipsynching. THEN, buy Marc Broussard's "Carencro" and notice how it is the BEST CD EVER.