Yeah, I'm out. Hope you and Chelsea aren't mad or thinking I'm ditching you or something like that. And that's a little creepy that there's all those knives under the carpet. o.O And scraping stuff off the floor sucks, believe me. -_-
Well, OTHER THAN RAP, we could try something over the weekend. Like different types of singing, like in different languages or possibly screaming. (Which I will have to learn.)