they weren't kidding when they called me kinda strange.
I'VE BEEN INFECTED WITH JONASITIS!
i'm decreasing in age, mentally, i believe. i swear i am a 12 year old. i'm racking my brain pondering whether i should risk my life, for the will-have-been third time, to see jonas brothers with hannah montana in november, which leaves me no time to panic[!] due to the rapid lowering in the number of days to get everything planned out for sleeping with giants and young wild things. there's a show next friday... i'm freaking out because i don't have a ticket, and am not promised a sure trip. last minute things are always better when they're super last minute. not when there's a week of stress & anxiety ahead. i freak out too much. william beckett, please save me & your wife a seat next friday. please?!
oh & btw, i love joe jonas. jtlyk.
bren, out.





