Yo.

Yo. Too lazy (duh) to expound. But yo.

-Spence
P.S: I was here. Yes. I was. 10/6/9 or whatever the hell that password thing was.

Okay, okay, okay.

So, um, people wanna know if I'm alive and stuff. Guess what? Readers: Durrrrr.... Pie! No, not pie. It's that... *drumroll* I'm dead! Yup, I got run over by a semi-trailer, and now I'm writing to you from heaven. Pretty nice place, I gotta say.

No, no, I'm fine. Chilling in, well, somewhere in the U.S.A, anyway. (Yes indeedy, I'm back to being paranoid. Welcome back Paranoid Spencer.) And I'm fine, and Turtle is fine, and the twins are fine, and Raven, Finn, and Shane are still being idiots, and Skye and Lexi are chilling somewhere else because I told them they didn't have to hang with us, and they were like "Mkay," and then they left. But yeah... life is boring. And stuffs.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this is my check-in post. Because I feel like it. And people are wondering. And no, if you people want to know, I haven't read the post about Steven's group and Jo's group. I've just heard about it. And it sucks eggs. But we'll live, and they might live, and it's just life, I guess. Sorry for those pessimistic people, but honestly. People die, people get kidnapped. You hear about it on the news all the time.

Aaaaand that's all for now. I'll try to be on often-ish, but I really doubt I'll be able to. But yeah, I'm alive. Woo hoo.

Fly yo' highest, peepsuls.
-Spencer out.