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FUCK YEAH MOTHA FUCKA!

Mon Aug 10, 2009, 8:13 PM
so... If you're wondering why I never smiled w/ teeth in my ID's is because I had braces. keyword, HAD.
I GOT THE EVIL MENTAL BITCHES OFF TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW SHAYLIN CAN NO LONGER CALL ME "COCK SHREDDER"
GAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!
ME TEETH LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Mood: High
  • Listening to: TOAST song
  • Reading: Watchmen (for the 3rd time, lol)
  • Watching: Nothing.
  • Playing: teh computer
  • Eating: nothing..
  • Drinking: Kool Aid... BITCH!

HA!

Mon Aug 3, 2009, 8:18 PM
TODAY I WENT THE LIBRARY AND PUT THE BIBLE IN THE FICTION SECTION!
it was funny.... xD

  • Mood: High
  • Listening to: Fuck You ^^ by Lily Allen
  • Reading: Watchmen (for the 3rd time, lol)
  • Watching: Nothing.
  • Playing: teh computer
  • Eating: nothing..
  • Drinking: Squirt :P

WATCHMEN.

Mon Aug 3, 2009, 8:12 PM
I'm having a party tomorrow!
yay!
I saw 'Watchmen' the other day. I balwed like the little bitch when rorschach died.
I had a dream last night about him. I have an OC that is woman rip off of the Joker named 'Madame Ruse' (you guise don't know aboot her, due to the fact I have never submitted any art of her) ANYWHO they like were in love and went around doing stuff it's kind of cloudy about what happend, but it was really sweet. I never though of having her w/ rorschach, and it was actually REALLY cute.
so I will probably submit some art of it.
yeah.
I am working on stuffs so dun worry I'll have my junk on here ASAP

  • Mood: High
  • Listening to: Fuck You ^^ by Lily Allen
  • Reading: Watchmen (for the 3rd time, lol)
  • Watching: Nothing.
  • Playing: teh computer
  • Eating: nothing..
  • Drinking: Squirt :P

ok, now this getting a bit ridiculous.

Sat Jun 27, 2009, 7:57 PM
soooo....
micheal jackson's dead.
i know.
it's sad as shit. i know.
BUT CAN WE STOP BITCHING ABOUT IT NOW?!?!
WE KNOW HE'S DEAD!
i keep seeing these damn news reports saying "michael jackson died at age 50" IT'S BEEN 2 FUCKING DAYS! YOU ALREADY TOLD US THIS!!!
i know he was the king of pop, i mean i LOVED him. i cried for fuck's sake.
but i know he's dead.
i don't need to hear it over and over. and over.and OVER.
christ, i just changed the channel and what do i see mj in the old days with a lable underneath say "michael jackson dead at age 30"
HOLY SHIT FARRAH FAUCET DIDN'T EVEN GET ANYTHING!
bleh.
idc.
I LOVE YOU MICHAEL.

  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: adam sandlar singing
  • Reading: NOTHING HO
  • Watching: wedding singer
  • Playing: THE COMPUTER
  • Eating: JACK SHIT
  • Drinking: coke. snorting it, actuallly. lol.

JUST KILL ME NOW.

Thu Jun 25, 2009, 6:32 PM
MICHEAL JACKSON IS DEAD! (I KNOW THERE ARE A SHIT TON OF JOURNSL OF PPL BITCHING AND MOANING OVER HIS DEATH((NO OFFENCE, BECAUSE I ENDED UP CRYING))SO I AM TOO.)
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
IN HIS HONOR, I WILL BE DOING THE THRILLER DANCE AFTER THIS.
I GREW UP ON MICHEAL!
AND HE WAS ABOUT TO START A NEW TOUR AND-
GAAAAW FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU SEE MY DEAR CHILDREN, THIS IS WHY I SOMETIMES HAVE A REALLY HARD TIME BELIEVING IN GOD.
(I'M NOT AN ATHIEST, I'M AN AGNOSTIC)

IT'S THRILLER TIME BITCH!

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl!
But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
Thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen
I'll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try
Thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a
Killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
Girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try
Thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, ow!

(I'm gonna thrill ya tonight)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight, ooh baby
I'm gonna thrill ya tonight, oh darlin'
Thriller night, baby, ooh!

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

HOLLA BITCHES.
I'M ALSO CHANGING MY RINGBACK AND GING TONE TO MJ.
I LOVE YOU ALL. BUT I LOVE MICHEAL MORE.
I'M GONNA DO THE THRILLER NOW.
BYE-BYE.

  • Mood: Agony
  • Listening to: NCIS
  • Reading: NOTHING HO
  • Watching: NCIS
  • Playing: THE COMPUTER
  • Eating: JACK SHIT
  • Drinking: KILL ME

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