"EB, do you feel as if we're being watched?"

As you can see, my brother is receiving man love from Russell.

Russell, you pedo shit head.

This is Kat. Search her up on Google Images, and turn off your safe search. I <333>

Know why?

She has braces. For some reason, I have a thing for girls with braces. Not sure why.

Anyway, I can't wait for Russia. A truely wonderous place with snow and vodka and shit.

I shall hunt for the rare Hot Russian Woman, and hopefully get drunk and get brave enough to take a picture with one. Even though it means losing my wallet to her pick-pocket boyfriend. If he doesn't kill me first. With an AK. Fucking AKs. Love them. Better than sex. But then again, sex is better than alot of things.

You know, me and Welsh were at Plaza yesterday (Because Russ got pwnt by his dad and Louis is a bitch, so it was just us), and we walked into the Lego shop. It feels so nice to see all the lego again, but so sad that we can't build it. We're too old for it. After you build it, what now? Your 17, you can't pick it up and play with it. You can't make 'Pew Pew Pew' noises and you can't spin the blades on the helicopter.

For my 17th Birthday, I got a set of house keys.