I have been very lax lately in my posting lately, and what I have posted has generally been the half-hearted blathering of a three-quarters insane tiny slip of a girl who is actually significantly more densely muscled then she appears to be. Fuck with me. I'll tear your arms off with my bare hands, rending the flesh with my fingernails, and then I'll beat you with your own severed limbs. GAH it hurts!This in tandem with tongueing the blood-fount that issues forth from the remaining jagged stumps, and gnawing on the tendons and connective tissue.
This message brought to you by mild hangovers, lonely mornings, and Justin Timberlake. The above message has nothing at all to do with the fact that I am emotionaly and ethically torn that I think I actually might like his new album, and the inssueing war between the halves of my brain is driving me over the brink. NOTHING YOU HEAR! Oh Gods, someone kill me Dear humans, I downloaded it. THE VOICES!! MAKE THEM STOP!! I did not pay for it, nor will I. I do at least retain some small semblance of my pride. I also absolutely never briefly considered asking Moirae to install a stipper pole in our living room, and he absolutely did not briefly research the price and logistics. This also has nothing to do with the fact that THAT SONG DOES NOT make me want to shake my ass like a ho from a 2 Live Crew video. Oh fuck there's a knife through my hand. Facinating!
Really life has been rather calm. I work. I sleep. I watch movies, and read comics. I randomly sexually assult my boyfriend as often as I can. He tells me he's putting together a rape case. I say good luck with that. Why are the walls bleeding? I realize now that I really have nothing of interest to say, and I'm fairly certain that my wit is not as charming as I beleive it to be. I dig how calm things are right now. I shall enjoy it while I can. Now if only this buzzing in my ear would go away... Help me!
This message brought to you by mild hangovers, lonely mornings, and Justin Timberlake. The above message has nothing at all to do with the fact that I am emotionaly and ethically torn that I think I actually might like his new album, and the inssueing war between the halves of my brain is driving me over the brink. NOTHING YOU HEAR! Oh Gods, someone kill me Dear humans, I downloaded it. THE VOICES!! MAKE THEM STOP!! I did not pay for it, nor will I. I do at least retain some small semblance of my pride. I also absolutely never briefly considered asking Moirae to install a stipper pole in our living room, and he absolutely did not briefly research the price and logistics. This also has nothing to do with the fact that THAT SONG DOES NOT make me want to shake my ass like a ho from a 2 Live Crew video. Oh fuck there's a knife through my hand. Facinating!
Really life has been rather calm. I work. I sleep. I watch movies, and read comics. I randomly sexually assult my boyfriend as often as I can. He tells me he's putting together a rape case. I say good luck with that. Why are the walls bleeding? I realize now that I really have nothing of interest to say, and I'm fairly certain that my wit is not as charming as I beleive it to be. I dig how calm things are right now. I shall enjoy it while I can. Now if only this buzzing in my ear would go away... Help me!
lobster_mobster:
HAH! I thought I was the only one that was a closet Timberlake fan. As much as it pains me to admit, I think the new album is mighty good... Not good enough to buy, however, but good enough to download fo' free 
joker_:
I recommend oxy for the walls, it really can clean anything as long as it hasn't set. Well, you could always just apply a fresh coat of paint..