Jun. 23rd, 2009

IN HELL, NO ONE SCREAMS FOR YOUR TWINKIES

CAFFEINE PILLS ARE BAD.
OKAY?
VERY VERY VERY BAD.
CAN'T STOP DOING STUFF.
WANTING TO DO STUFF.
LOOKING AROUND FOR THINGS TO DO.
BRAIN CAN'T FOCUSE FOR MORE THAN ...
WELL. LONG AS MY HANDS ARE MOVING.
IT'S OKAY.

CIGARETTES.
MUST HAVE CIGARETTES.
DAMN YOU BLUE PILL BOTTLE THINGY.
DAMN YOU STRAIGHT TO GROSS TWINKIE HELL.

Jun. 21st, 2009

YOU KNOW THE SOUND

THE BABY IS CRAZY.
I LOVE ICONS.

TWEAK HAS YELLED 'OMG HUGH JACKMAN.' AND I AM INCLINED TO ASK WHERE!?

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL.
WHO'S THE PENISEST OF THEM ALL?
'YOU ARE MY FAIR VELVETY SKIN.
WHEN YOU EJACULATE YOU ARE MADE OF PURE WIN.

DAMN STRAIGHT I SAY. DAMN STRAIGHT.

Jun. 20th, 2009

HOTNESS IS NOTNESS

IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE.
SO, I'M GONNA BLOW THE SUN UP.
IT IS GETTING SO HOT.
I AM GONNA BLOW THE SUN UPPP.

...and then it rained. D:

Jun. 19th, 2009

YOU DANCE WHEN THIS HAPPENS

THE STREETLIGHTS WENT OUT...
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W...
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this pointless journal is pointless

This journal is pointless.
It's birth is from the need to upload more icons.

IT'S EXISTENCE IS USELESS.
I DO NOT APOLOGIZE.