It has come to my attention that my boys from high school have discovered this blogspot, and needless to say, they're clowning. I guess I can't expect anything less; I mean, it is an "internet diary." Wait til I find the skeletons in your closets -- I will clown for days. No, but the good sport I am, I'll write this blog just for you jersey kids:

I got one thought for each of yall:

Gavin: MegaMoviePost
Oppy: surfing the internet to improve your sex life
Hobbs: meeting girls in the woods behind your house at 2:30 AM on cold nights in December
Nate: 70 mph, driving to Maine, one hand on the wheel, one hand ...
Vikas: making informational movies on the quaintness of Paris and the female sex organs
Chris: feline ascots and black gloves ... i swear it up the ass
Beef: alison
Anthony: pouring his heart out into an amalgamation of emotional journal entries

Act like I don't know all your lowest moments. Cause apparently, this diary is mine. Take it with a grain of salt and holla at me. I can't believe y'all found this shit ...

Oh and my bad, we're not coming to New York this weekend to sing anymore. Shit fell through. So I'll see yall in April.