Watermelon Smiles

Okay, I swear, fan-girls are crazy, though they're idea's aren't half-bad. I asked what they wanted more of from the band in my online blog the other night. Almost every comment was "Rydon sex!"

They don't even know Brendon and I are going out, they've always suggested that. But, you'd think they'd say "Music Video's" or "Singles". Nope, they wanted butt-sex.

I got my phone bill today, and I noticed, the price went down...my constant Pete texting has slowed down substantially. We only texted each other a few times today. An "I miss you, Baby" and "Whatcha up to?" Are we dying? Or are we living? It's a bit confusing, yes...but maybe he likes it that way? No, he's Pete...he prefers kinky.

Okay, quick comic relief?

I got a text from Jon today; "Dylan bit Spin's crotch when he didn't use a paper plate and his sandwitch fell all over him. I tried to make it better, but now the poor boy can't even think about walking. XD Don't tell him I told you, He'd kill me with a hack saw.

Jon can be a so disturbing at times, though Spencer can be worse. And, I must admit, this made me choke on my Pepsi when I read it. Brendon fell over. He's not going to let poor Spence live it down.

I want to find a deserted dessert desert. I think that'd be cool. I'd just lounge on licorice all day long, while eating the sand which would be made out of those Wonka Nerd thingies. Though, Brendon would be on a never ending sugar rush for the rest of time. And, I'd eventually become morbidly obese.

I've been thinking about getting a tatoo...maybe a rose, on the nape of my neck. I ran it by Brendon...he said that if I tell Pete about us, that he'd be more then willing to get a matching one. I don't know though, nothing's for sure. And, it'd be forever.

Raindrops on roses....