I HATE MY LIFE! I am stuck with a bunch of no-talent idoits. They are brain dead, seriously. Let's start with Justin. He steals my solos, and I am now the "second best." Can you believe that? I am obviously the cutest. When we were in Europe, everybody loved me. I was beating them off with a stick, ma, seriously. I just don't get why people like him more than me. Seriously. Then there's Lance. Did you catch that article in US Magazine I told you to read? Well, Lance decided that he was going to say a cuss word to a reporter. Not only that, but his stupid girlfriend showed up during the photoshoot and they got a picture of her too! Just who does he think he is? Seriously. I work for years on our clean-cut, non-girlfriend images, scripting answers such as "single and ready to mingle," and he destroys that with one shot. I hate him, seriously. Chris...Dammit! He will not get off the Nintendo 64. I have missed 90210 for the last 3 weeks. By the way, what's up with Dylan and that slut who was trying to break up Donna and her man? Can I just tell you what I caught Joey doing last night? I woke up in the middle of the night to do bedchecks, and he had a girl in his bunk! A girl! I won't get into the rancid details, but she was a bit surprised when I threw her over my shoulder and booted her ass off the tour bus. And I won't even tell you about the whoop-ass I layed down with Joey...I just really wish that I didn't have to sherpard these fools around. I feel like Little Bo Peep, except my sheep aren't all cute and fluffy, oh no, mine are tainted and sick. Well, I gotta go make sure they have completed their chores, and tuck them in, so I'll talk to you soon.

All my Love, Joshua