Casa de Madre...

I'm at my mom's house... again... and that means my computer's a five year old piece of crap... much like my sister was when I was 13... just kidding, I love all of my sisters. Thing is, after getting used to the luxury of a brand new computer, going back to my old one for seven straight days is gonna kill me. It means I can't facetime as much... (I still can, but it's super laggy... unlike on my new computer, which isn't like... lightspeed, but it's probably about Mach 3-ish) Anyway, enjoy this album of sad songs about a guy named Jack.

Twenty years, huh? That'll be me on my next birthday.