mood: tired
music: war--uh!
CPCetc: bosie... damnit...
** **How in Christ's name are there no more pictures of World War I?? It's a fucking war for Christ's sake! There should be drawlings and collages and poetry and stuff!!
Razzafrazzin' rarr rarr rarr monkies...
AP Shit is kicking my ass. I take that back: it's having its sick and twisted way with my tight, virgin ass. Over. And over. And over again. And it hurts like a bitch.
Geez, AP Shit. "No" means "no"! God!
I'm thinking about telling my belly to sod off and eating some ice cream. Or maybe I should have a popsicle...? Fewer calories that way. And I'm a fucking popsicle addict man... God, I love popsicles.
Crap. I'll be back.
::scampers off::
::scampers back::
Aw... Damn it! I grabbed a mauve one! Who makes mauve popsicles anyway? ::crunchcrunchslurpnibble::
And I've...killed a bunch of time and made an icon. Wow, Kiri Palm. How 'bout you have some more ADD?
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