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A place for friends! [24th Feb]
[ mood | hungry ]

Hai people!!!!!

Its been a while since I've written in here, but I've been busy living the rock Bouvier life on the road and taking pictures of my reflection in bathroom mirrors for MySpace:



Anyways, the touring cycle for our last record "Still Not Getting Any" (available at any good record store near you) is over. Europe was pretty cool. David got us lost in Paris of all places, after insisting our driver take the night off and that he would be fine without a map book. I love him to death, but he has the worst navigational skills. Worser than my grammar and spelling skills even!
And don't you love it how the British always say "You know what I mean?" in their funny British accents? I do. OMG. I miss frightening people by shrieking, "I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BUT CAN YOU SAY IT AGAIN PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?!?!?!?"

Ahem.

We have a couple of weeks off, then we're playing some random shows in South Africa and thats about it. Until I get off my space ass and write some......... uh........ songs..... for us to.... record.....

Shit.


Honey? Can you bring me the toenail clippers and your lucky fluffy pink pen?

Whatever I feel like 3 wanna say GOSH!

Mmmmmm David's lovely lady lumps... [29th Jan]
[ mood | emo ]

This tour has been crazy so far, and we're only 8 shows in!

Me and David worked everything out. I promised I would cut down my KFC consumption to four 12pce packs a day and stop listening to Untitled (Titled) in the bathroom, while David promised he would try to be less irresistable to pretty much everyone. Also Jean promised he would do something about his excessive body hair.

We have our little fights every now and again, but none of them have ever been that bad and thought we were going to break up for a moment there and it definitely wasn't my high-cholestoral giving me chest pains that night ;_;. I've never been more terrified in my life.... I don't really want to think about it, but I don't know what I'd do without David. I-I mean, who would clip my toenails and defend me from those mean neighbourhood kids and help me iron my mumus and watch all the Harry Potter movies with me and hold my hand and laugh at my jokes and patiently explain addition and subtraction to me and wash between the rolls I can't reach and take me out for ice-cream when I'm feeling crappy and let me brush his hair and support my jazzercising and kiss me the French-Canadian way and cop a feel when no ones looking and think I'm gorgeous and... and... and... AND LOVE ME?!?!?!?!? DAVID PLEASE DON'T EVER LEAVE MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! :(((((((((((((

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up about the whole thing again. I'm okay, I promise. I'll just steal one of David's hoodies and snuggle with it in bed and listen to his fave striptease song on repeat and wait from him to get back from... wherever he went.
Its the new 'listen to Untitled (Titled) in the bathroom' btw.

Whatever I feel like 8 wanna say GOSH!

YA WAI! [26th Jan]
[ mood | angry ]

My boyfriend kissed another mime man on stage the other night. He was "joking" about how girls don't want to kiss him, only guys do. Then he wandered over to Jean AND KISSED HIM. IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF FANS. In front of me.

David, if you dare try to brush that incident off as just a "joke" I swear I'll fucking throw out all your haircare products. Do you think its funny to kiss someone else while your boyfriend watches on in horror? Do you find it amusing to be able to hook up with Jean (Jean! Of all people!) while we have to hide our relationship in shame?

YOU OBVIOUSLY THINK ITS SOOOOOOO HILARIOUS I BET YOU'RE LAUGHING YOUR NICE FIRM ASS OFF HAHAHA LOOK AT MY LOSER FAT BOYFRIEND WHO'S BEEN HOLED UP IN THE BATHROOM ALL DAY AND HAS BEEN GETTING KFC TO DELIVER HIS MEALS AND PASS THEM THROUGH THE WINDOW OHOHOHO HE'S SO STUPID I'M GOING TO GO SHOPPING ALLLLLLL DAY AND SLEEP WITH LOTS OF HOT THIN GUYS AND HE WON'T EVEN KNOW BECAUSE HE'S TOO BUSY CRYING INTO HIS SEASONED FRIES HEEHEEHEE I'D BREAK UP WITH HIM BUT HE BUYS ME LOTS OF NICE EXPENSIVE THINGS AND I'M HAVING SEW MUCH FUN SCREWING HIM OVER AND LYING AND CHEATING SDJHGASFDJBNGFDKHTREWSFDY9542789TRIGSFIHASFDUGYSFDAUUG

;_;
If anyone needs me, I'm not leaving this bathroom so too fucking bad

Whatever I feel like 33 wanna say GOSH!

Yer a wizard Harry! [19th Jan]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

The BBQ & Bon Bon's night at Jeans was totally wild! I lost one of my mandals and my favourite mumu (the purple one with blue flowers) has a huge rip in the side thanks to David's.... um.... drunken overenthusiasm :/. He won't buy me one to replace it and when I figured I'd just get Chuck to sew it up, I couldn't find it! HAS ANYONE SEEN MY MUMU IT IS MISSING IT IS A NICE PURPLE COLOR WITH BLUE FLOWERS IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO PIERRE "ROCK" BOUVIER ASAP AT YOUR NEAREST SIMPLE PLAN CONCERT THNX!

So, yes we're on tour again. Its so cool to be back on the road, but mine & David's snuggle time will be cut significantly short now :((((((((((((.
And oh my god. David decided to have half a beer before we went on stage last night! So he was pretty much wasted.

There was a pole on the stage and he - he um... kinda ended up.... grinding it... like some hussy exotic dancer! In front of everyone! Oh my god. I was half-mortified and half-turned on (okay, so more like fully turned on but my baggy shorts and overhanging belly pretty much hid that fact). My boyfriend basically owned the stage the entire night. ILU HUNNY<333333333333!!!

Needless to say, we made use of the retractable pole in our bus after the show and I made him leave The Jeans on. Oh fuck I love David in those tight blue denim jeans...

I would consider giving up The Colonel for those jeans. Ungh.

Whatever I feel like 7 wanna say GOSH!

Do u eva feal lyk brakin dwn? [9th Jan]
[ mood | upset ]

2 b hert, 2 feal lost
2 b left out in the drk
2 b kicked wen ur dwn
2 feal like uve bin pushed a rnd
2 b on da edge of braking dwn
And no 1s there 2 save u
No u dun kno wut its lyke
Welcum 2 mi lyfe



You don't think I'm fat, do you David? ;_;

Whatever I feel like 6 wanna say GOSH!

Taylor Hanson is NOT a girl! [5th Jan]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Have you ever sat down and appreciated Kentucky Fried Chicken? I mean, really, taken time out and thought about all the work that goes into blending the spices and keeping the recipie top secret, just so you can enjoy a delicious drumstick? Man. That Colonel was some guy, huh?

I bought a computer desk today. In kitset form. David looked at me like I was completely retarded when I carried the box through the door because "We don't need a desk! That's the whole point of having a laptop!" and "Are you putting this together all by yourself??" which was followed by shrieks of laughter. My boyfriend has no faith in me :((. I sure showed him though! Several hours, two buckets of KFC and about a dozen beers later, my masterpiece was completed... I guess?
There's an extra piece of wood which I can't figure out where the fuck its supposed to go and Dave found (by standing on) a couple of extra screws but I figure they're just, um, spares. Hey, you try following instructions with no words and very vague pictures depicting what pieces to put where while your sexy-as-hell boyfriend keeps sashaying around and distracting you by turning the kitset "instructions" into the Kama Sutra.
Don't ask.

I feel like a carpenter or some shit. All this building has totally released my inner Jesus.

Honey, what do you think about a matching TV cabinet in the same fake-wood finish?

Whatever I feel like 10 wanna say GOSH!

Why hello there! [29th Dec]
[ mood | hungry ]

Sup. I'm Pierre. You know, the obese overweight chunky pleasantly plump dude from that pop-punk band you love to hate. I used to be a chef in a barbecue chicken restaurant, until that dream was snatched away from me and I was thrust onstage with four of my best friends, microphone in hand. Damn my musical talent to hell. You know, sometimes when I'm alone I close my eyes and go back in time, a simpler time, when I was merely Chicken Maestro Bouvier. If I close my eyes REAL TIGHT I can almost taste the sizzling white meat... at this stage I'm usually drooling and David flounces in and pokes me until I snap back to the present.
Then we have secks. Hot, hard, sweaty, greasy secks...

ILU BAYBEH!!! KISSES!!!

Whatever I feel like 8 wanna say GOSH!

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