GOOD MORNING, AMERICA!
My hands are cold. So cold, in fact, that I can't seem to type properly. I'm making typo after typo and I keep having to erase the words and rewrite them, but hey, such is life. Since it is now officially my job to say at least one thing about Brand New in every entry, I'll say that when I woke up and turned on MTV2 their video was the one playing. I also realized that since I'm touring the world with Sum 41 and New Found Glory now, I really desperately need money. Not only to support myself and buy some random things that I might like, but also to pay for plane ticket upon plane ticket. This whole 'unemployed' business is really a drag when you think about it long enough. In my entire LoR career, I only sold 12,000 records in Canada. I have absolutely no money and I'm not too proud of it, but hey, what can you do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What I am going to do is get into the black market. That is all I will say about that other than that from now on, I'll have to think in decimals and dollars.

Buddy, Dan, Mike, Garrett, and Dave are in Vermont today. I hate that state but I heard it's where Ben & Jerry's and snowboarding originated. I wish them the best of luck and I am praying for them, they might contract rabies from being bitten by a mad cow. That's not kosher.

Jaret is apparently going to try to beg money off of people in DC today. He is going to say he has a prosthesis or that he battled in Vietnam or something, I honestly do not understand him. Then again, who understands anyone with default icon keywords 'I h8 n8'? I MAY HAVE COCA COLA, BUT HE HAS CHOCOLATE MILK!! That reminds me of Bishop, I wonder what he is going to say now that Jason Daunt undeleted. There should be some sort of battle of the ages in which they both take their guitars and try to smack each other to death with them. I think I'd pay to see something like that. I'd even volunteer to run the concession stand, maybe it would get me a little more money. I NEED MONEY.

I think I am going to be like Jewel Kilcher and write a poetry book and then turn slutty two days later to try to get as much money as possible. Then I will release a horrible dance-pop album called 843696969. I hate my life, goodbye.