hello!
okok i've thought of a joke :D
describe your job.
dude: ".. a few bitches come and go i suppose, poke a couple of pussies, treat 'em itchy monkeys, do a couple of birdies and maybe 1 or 2 cocks."
"and like sometimes those bitches are like HUGE and 'em pussies wont stay still so i gotta, you know, HOLD THEM DOWN to do my job and sometimes i get scratched from all that. and look at this! this was from a cock."
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"i'm a vet"
whatcha thinking about, sickos.
ok whatever. lame, freezing, i know, i know.
i have nothing else to blog about, other than us wanting a class blog/email address/shirt/shorts/underwear.
ok then theres really nothing.
apart from the fact that im listening to some gossip right now.
but im so sick and tired of it. cant it just stop?
i'm sorry but you are also irritating me with it too. seriously. cant we all live in peace?
quit acting like you're already the oldest generation ok?
immature brat.
yeah i know you might be reading this, and YES I AM CALLING YOU AN IMMATURE BRAT.
why are you so dumb, seriously. this IS the way the system works. plus its not easy for her either. if she tends to one side, you start making a fucking big fuss about biasedness.
(and you, please dont defend someone who's fabricating stories to you.)
ROAR. (like aslan. haha. smell my bad breath.)
fuck money/power problems. root of many problems.
crazy bitches. rr.
ok yes foul mood these few days.
i need someone to love ):
anyone?
all you need to do is to make me have cheap thrills everytime i see/interact/stalk/peep at you.
because i need the cheap thrill as i dont have $$ to have expensive thrills like buying you 24K gold for you to use as a toothpick and swoon over it.
and ya its free of charge.
ok yes done.
byebye.
ps. i realised i missed twitday. crap.
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