MY NEW HEELS :D

Cost: 86.80 total.

One originally 119 down to 47.60; the other from 49.00 to 39.30

Satisfaction: Maximum
I love Christmas. And EARLY Christmas presents.

Of which, now I have to think about getting my mum something… =O

Let’s get emotional girls to all wear mood rings; so we’ll be tipped off to when they’re ticked off [Someone get that girl a mood ring]

So, exams for Term 4 08 Yr 12 are done! 3 exams complete! (Business Studies, English Adv. and Biology Practical ) I’m so excited for the holidays! Now, one assignment done; exactly 17 pages :O (Textiles). One art one to go! (7.5 pages).
Well, not bad considering…

Anyways, nothing’s changed muched since I last posted except … okay, well, let me tell you all a little story:

So, when I’m pissed shit less, I need to vent. Now usually I’ll either cut, scream, cry or scratch something to bits with my killer claws (no, seriously, lol). Well, I’ve lost one set of claws on my left hand to scratching the ice, I hate crying (it’s pathetic) and screaming is more than embarrassing when you’re screaming in the public toilets of the ice rink where everyone knows you. Cutting to me is left only for the decoration, not pain means, so I found another option. Writing/ranting in paper.
So, that’s the pro. The con? My coach finds it.
And in it, I’ve bitched so much about everything, including her, in possibly the foullest language (or regular if you rap).
So she’s obviously less than impressed. Comes the lecture about being disappointed and crap but to tell the truth, I’ve lose all respect for that woman. She treats me like crap; degrading and demeaning me… comparing me to others when there should be no comparison. I sound so self-conceited but it really brings me up into a temper.
And now it’s 6.58 and I’m supposed to be watching ‘Big Cats Diary’ on TV but no, daddy dearest deliberately won’t let me cause he wants to watch his stupid Fear Factor. You know, the last time I watched Fear Factor, they had to eat a moose/cow/deer/etc penis. Slightly cooked over the campfire but mostly raw.
That was pretty stupid.
Not to mention disgusting.
Cause of course, that’d be so hygienic.
And then there’s those ones where they eat bugs and crap.
How is that a fear? It’s hygiene darrrling.
Anyways, that’s me for you. I’m so; blah. I need someone I can permanently talk to whenver I want about whatever.
Maybe not a person.
But that’d be nice.

: )

‘Cause I can belch the alphabet;; just double dog dare me. ♥

So, I’m gonna begin with my playlist at the moment cause I’m such a cool cat as we all know ; O

1. One of the Boys – Katie Perry

2. Sober – Pink

3. Shut up and kiss me – Pony up!

4. Can’t Shake It – Katie Miller Heidke

5. Shut up and let me go – The Ting Tings

6. Love Game – Lady Gaga

7. No sleep tonight – The Faders

8. Paparazzi – Lady Gaga

9. Beautiful Dirty Rich – Lady Gaga

10. Whatever it Takes – The Faders

11. Too Cool – Meghan Martin

12. This is me – Demi Lovato

13. Paper Planes – M.I.A

14. The Fame – Lady Gaga

15. Day Late Friend – Anberlin

16. The Feel Good Drag – Anberlin! ♥

So, anyways. I’m supposed to be doing my almost 20 page assignment for textiles and/or the art one which is just 13 pages less and due at a later date. But first, of course, you’d love to hear me recount about the shittiness of exams.

So there’s me, stressing the shit out with even nightmares where I fail business studies cause the whole exam is made of scribbles :S. So, enter English ADV exam at precisely 8.55; give or take till about 10.40? I don’t know. So the whole thing feels like it’s to test our —-

Oop; quick update: I just squished, well, I used the window to squish one of those annoying loud zingy flies. .That made my day. JOKES.

— Time management or something. I thought it was okay though my essay gave me the shits with its shittiness. I’m not exactly the best essay writer you’d ever meet… unlike my good friends.

So then business. There’s me in the portable, yelling out notes in repetition for force memory with a group of arrogantly looking juniors, say, yr 8 open the door with a sudden clatter. So I scowl, my special wet-cat look as they mumble amongst themselves before one pipes up in a flamboyantly annoying tone,”Are you doing anything in here?”

Well stupid. Do I? Duh. So I reply with dripping menace,”Yes,” One word no more no less; I’m sure they –

– Another interruption. Turns out I didn’t kill the fly yet. It’s just stuck between the bug screen and the glass. Stupid bug. Wait till I get the repellant. Or I’ll get super Taropom to eat him. Rawr.–

– would understand with the very emotive tone I used within my voice; almost dripping venom. But then the leader of the pack pipes up again,”What are you doing?”

“Study,” My last comment with a hate-laden glare before returning to be notes. With a few more mumbles amongst them, they finally left me in peace. My gosh it took them that long but okay. So would that be legitimate or coercive power? Nevermind, there’s me rambling business notes again. Mmm, you know what’s really good? Cold freshly sliced sweet mango on a humid/hot day like this. Not too hot but meh, mango’s still my favourite fruit of all.

So I really should be doing my assignment. But with Taro’s comforting presence on my lap, my tasting of mango and that annoying undead fly; I’m half more than distracted.
What can I say? I have a very short attention span and really long nails.

Okay, now to textiles. Ka-ciaooo. ♥

I’m just your average (feral) girl. ♥

It’s been a while since I’ve last blogged but I felt a need to procrastinate somewhere and it turns out to be here of all places. Unofficially in year 12 as of this term with a need to be studying right here right now, I’m not doing so well. My english teacher, Mrs Zoupantis, is probably the worst english teacher I’ve ever had. Everything else seems to be stable except it seems I’ve lost my art teacher to a unqualified substitute for the rest of the year. And not in the least, all the ‘good’ teachers are leaving next year. Teachers that actually gained experience in the area of teaching and had mastered the ability of training new skills in students.

I’m a bit pissed.

Probably cause I’m feeling the guilt that I’m supposed to be studyng but instead has decided to go on a rant on this long forgotten place. It’s been a long time since I last blogged so a catch up is needed. Yr 11 exams weren’t as bad as I thought they’d be though business studie was very disappointing; made up of the very things I dropped maths for to avoid. So blah, that was that. Then there was 2 weeks of blissful undisturbed holidays… no studying, no stress. Just a period of relaxing before the start of Term 4 aka Term 1 of year 12 which has got my heart hammering a thousand beats at the very thought.

Speaking of my heart hammering; I’m quite over my crush of 3 years! Seriously this time for sure; we’re just friends and actually on speaking terms now . Are you all quite proud? I sure am. Weirdly enough. I’ve got another guy on my mind but I think, some how some way, exams are more important than the attentions of some boy. My priorities have definitely got to be re-arranged using Kurt Lewin’s theory; the freeze/change/refreeze model I think. Or maybe his forces theory? Note: Business Studies.

And speaking of boys; I’ve definitely got a new boy in my life. He’s extremely haiy; blonde with a few tints of a wonderful shade of russet brown. With 2 gorgeous almond shaped eyes. His name is Taropom. Taro for short. He’s rather short though at 4kg. And yes, he’s a dog. 3 yrs old and a aboslutely lovely specimen of a pomeranian. Maybe too loving for words at times but I love him to bits anyways. And if I tried jumping on him… I’m not sure he’ll feel my love in the way he does to me…

ANYWAYS. Not sure what else to say. There have been good and bad moments since the previous blog but none too deep. A heart and re done cross is the remnant and that’s not too bad . And it’s almost x-mas.

Can’t wait.

Actually, just can’t wait for the end of this week I guess. Assessment week which has got not just me, but my entire grade in some kind of freakish craze of stress.

My eyes hurt.

And my textbook on business studies lies next to me, motionless and beckoning; hate laden with information I must submit into my over active brain and keep it there.

Now if only I hadn’t screwed up my iPod… I could actually put in my verbal business notes and listen to them all day long…

So long for now, ka-ciaooo…

xo

“Standing in the shadows with the word stuck in my throat… OLA!”

Well, Ola Amigoz!

Reporting live, surprisingly, from an absence spanning about 3 months or more, I come to you freshly picked from MEXICO. Polluted by smog with an altitude of more than 2km (the height of Mt Koscuiosko), it’s not really all that bad considering the downtown air. 

Here for a Junior Grand Prix (and missing 2 lovely weeks of Yr 11 Yearlies… aw crap), I’m excited to bits and the butterflies in my stomach won’t stop fluttering! (or maybe its all that guacamole I ate.. hmm). 

Moving on, the accent here is relishing and well, it’s easy to say the “mehicahhnay” boys are pretty easy on the eyes. More than easy. Tantalizingly delightful. Or maybe it’s the only ones I’ve met so far… hm. 

Well, my fellow team mate Cam is itching (well, no, he’s watching Superman lollol) seems to want to use this to check his Myspace soon so I should be winding up…

But first I’d like to talk about the plane trip (just for the record). 

Okay, so as far as transit goes it was Syd to Auckland (cause it was cheap ), Auckland to LA (Bleh) and LA to Mexico City (the most comfortable flight of all previous ones by far… lollol). 

Syd to Auckland = Bleh. An extra 7 hours or so to save cash and my stomach wasn’t feeling too good. 

Auckland to LA = God.. if a 11 hour flight could drag any longer… I’d have thrown up. Bad flight, bad position for sleep. Apparently slept a lot but well, lost my appetite after that -shockhorror- lol. And it didn’t help that I couldn’t attract the attention of that lovely looking Pom to my left…. LOL

LA to Mexico = Well, on the way to this route (with your usual spot of things that could go wrong and do) the food in LA was scrumptious with a heavy tax. One word, Cinebon? YUM.

Anyways, winding up NOW. 

CIAO AMIGOZ! <3

xo

 

p.s Mexican people are by far the nicest (compared to the rude poignant Americans dominating LA airport.. grrr) but maybe that’s because of tips? JOKES.

“When sorry counts for shit” & [x] / [o] are worn on your sleeve; the heart is left unprotected, insecure and broken;; Wishing for an easy way out becomes hard~

It never occured to me that saying,”Oh my god, stop barking at me,” would become a turning point in my life. A visit to the past? Something along those lines. When everything is taken literally and all you think of is the little pair of scissors hidden in your drawer for emergencies. And it seems now was one of those times. Where you think a cross on your wrist is something to feel good about and the one you want to talk to most is unbelievably intalkative. When you look at your mangled phone and immediatly get teary. When you wake up in the morning with both eyes incredibly swollen from too much fluid retention in the eyes.

When all you want to do is scribble out your life.

I view all this in the most intimate act and i feel stuck. Stuck in a rut i can sometimes clamber out of with ease and others, feel bogged down by the muck. I depend highly on friends yet i feel i want just one really, really close friend who will talk to me, understand, feel the same. A friend i don’t have to share if you know what i mean. It’s hard to explain. I mean, i value all my crazy lovely loving friends i have now;; in fact, its quite easy to say i love them to BITS. As for the friends i’ve lost, i don’t really think i’ll ever regain them again. I’m beginning to think giving up on them is the easiest option and well, i just might.

And i will. It’s hard to say good bye; been there, done that. But sometimes good bye is the only way out. The green exit light at the end of the tunnel. Hard to explain emotions in the form of letters, words and punctuation. I feel that the art on my wrists is part of me; my history, my emotions etc. And they remind me the past was real. That friendship really did happen. That shit happens and you lose all that in one blow.

No problem now. Its only one person i’m really giving up on and seriously, they don’t give a shit about me anyways. But i care about them like i care about the opinions of all my friends. I want him to have never existed in my pathetic little life; 16 and one heck of a screwed up school chick. I wish i never met him. I wish i never ever talked to him either via msn or life. I want him to one of those people in the world you will never meet.

And i think to myself.

Why not.

If i could be hypnotised, i would.

My life right now bears quite a resemblance of the “good” ol’ days. I feel drained at times. Not attempting to be cliche but sometimes my heart hurts. Or the heart region in my chest. And i cry, and cry and cry and i can’t get it out. It hurts so bad that the only way to combat it is to direct the pain elsewhere. Hence my habitual actions. And it does help despite the disapproval set upon it.

Sometimes, i wonder what it’s like to be dead.

Like, the blank unliving peace you might get. Where emotions such as hate and love don’t exist in such a plane. That universal themes are not what they are.

I sign off with an “x”.

[x]

Achromatic lifestyle;; when life gets too long && the hate that goes unloved

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask? I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured

I begin with a latin poem I was shown by an AWESOME friend of mine (whom i :heart: dearly) and it describes how i feel indiscriminately. I’m so damn desperate that i’m surprised no one has shoved me into a dating agency where i’ll get raped. The joy of life. I’m so damn sentimental it screws with my mind.

But no matter how retarded I end up;; I have my true friends. Seriously, if ANYONE screws with them; I’ll fuck them up. I value friendship above all and when something as such is lost; i’m the one lost. I want to give shout outs though these people know who they are but well, they might not appreciate if I put their name in here without warning.

So you guys are warned. (These are in no substantially particular order).

I’m starting off with Lauren. Lozza. Lozibee. Whatever shizz. She’s the shit that makes me wake up every day and be like; yay, skating. She’s the only one who can piss me off and make me laugh at the same time. She’s friggen awesome in short.

Two. Lowanna. She’s the motherfriggen awesome bitch that pushes me back up in the boxer’s ring. She tells me that she cares and means it. She’s one of those one in a thousand who are one of those girls who tell it to you straight and not screw with your mind. For that, she’s the shit.

Three. Loretta. Young as she is; she’s there when i need a hand, an ear or a cookie. lol. She’s always up for a hug (which i adore) and ready to lend a sympathetic ear. And talk about the kashizz in her dance moves.. which i attempt and it screws up miserably. If anything, she’d be the 2nd raddest younger sis ever!

Four. My group. School friends galore, I love you guys. From Anh to Vicky. You guys are my lifeblood and i wouldn’t know what to do without you guys. There’s always one of you to pat me on the back and tell me to try again. And there’s always one of you to reciprocate jokes and not just throw me off. I can’t imagine life without you all cause seriously, you are all f*cking awesome friends and if it wasn’t for you guys, who knows, i’d be long gone. You know what i mean. <3

Five. The Beckster. Beckky, duh fred. This little blonde is my raddd morning buddy who’s my bad influence and dearest counseller. If it wasn’t for her, i’d be this boring little goody goody nerd probably but cause she is what she is; she’s friggen mad. She gives awesome hugs and our little shopping trips in kogarah are worth all the time in the world. It’s great to have a girl who can talk straight and about boys at the same time. Absolutely fab i tell you.

Six. Yaz and Lan; Though you bitches left me, you know, i love you guys. lol. You left me in a hell hole of ice. But still, you guys are fab. even though I was a damn straight bitch to you guys cause of my sentimental tendencies, you stuck by and even now, you keep in contact. And that’s what makes you guys so damn awesome.
If i’ve missed anyone, seriously, spam me cause you know i love you guys. These include my dearly beloved family and sister. As for the hardships in life, i believe i wouldn’t have made it through without my friends. The ones who’ve stayed true and haven’t changed their tune unlike the others who i have proudly dubbed PRETEND FRIENDS. Those asses know who they are.

Anyways, that’s all i have to say for now. I better return to msn.

Ciao for now, xxx

Myspace whores, photoshop and sex;; the beauty && the bitch.

Well. Life’s like that.

I’ve decided I’m actually gonna try be skinny. Even anorexic skinny. Who knows where I get to. ANY WAYS. Camp was Wed, Thurs, Fri and it was the raddest fun i’ve had in ages. I mean, i pretty much CONQUERED my damn fear of heights of which i’m so proud of.

a) I did all levels in the High rope course spanning from 5 min to 10m above ground.

b) Abseiling was easy shit so no comment.

c) TRAPEZE was the hardest to get around seeing you jump off an 8m platform reaching for a trapeze rope (which i did quite easily to my surprise)

And along which I had plenty of junk and now feel like some kinda binge eater which technically, i’am.

Oh hum.

Anyways.

Yeh.

So that’s it for now.

Imma gonna go get some sleep.

THANKS TO THE PEOPLE WHO VIDEOED/DREW on me when I slept at camp.

Yes, i now know:

1. I look great with a curly black moustache half rubbed off.

2. That i sleep with my eyes open.

The joy of reality.

And the irony of me wanting to prank others when I’m usually the one who sleeps the earliest.

Carve the truth on my wrists;; don’t lie, i didn’t, u did, is that possible?

Well, it certainly has been a while since I’ve posted something decent since my … ‘relapse’. It’s safe to say that honey and yoghurt are not ‘cookable’ objects and are severely reactive to the touch of a fry pan. It’s Term 1 holidays yet I feel I have neither achieved academical work nor enjoyed my holidays sufficiently. In short, it flopped. It’s 8.48pm and I’m supposed to be in bed, ready for tomorrow morning bright and early yet here I sit, the tip tap of the keys breaking the subtle silence along with a myriad of night life (cri-kee, cri-kee and WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF). I’m reflecting on the day and it’s safe to say that… emo moments are brief yet a daily find. Another find is that I’ve finally (it seems) gotten my period after a whole year of lack thereof. An unfortunate find. Terribly so. And what makes matters worse is that is torrential (aka. HEAVY). Ew much? From this discovery, I was crying in self pity today at the rink (in my usual spot, the bathroom, cubicle 1) when I noticed:

a. There was no need to cut myself… the cut between my legs was losing me enough blood.

and

b. Why they hell was I crying?

Weird huh? I know. Maybe its in my genetic make up? Things like this you never know. Another thought that crossed me from my pitiful mood to one of great melanchony is my lack of wanted male company which is very very very sad and therefore I shall make no more reference to it.

Now imagine what you people (well, person [Beckyy, haha]) are thinking of me as you read my extremely random posts. In short, I’m a bitch with low self esteem who can put on a fake smile and aura of superiority as easy as putting on a pad. Anyways, another thing i was thinking of was that my coach called me fat.

Well, she did.

Well, therefore this came into effect:

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

That’s right. My msn name on April 24/4/08 THURS (though first put up yesterday… same day as the day my blessed period decided to hit me with all the force of a speeding magic mushroom user).

For those of you who want to know what the count down actually is; its my weight. From 50kg hopefully to 45 and then to a final of 40 (of which I’d be extremely proud of). Except, if I do as said… I’ll lose all the “womanly” curves I have gained; my sexy bust (which has expanded and finally filled out a 10A) and well… that’s all the “sexy curves” i have/want.

And this in turn led to my screwing of Jeffrey Black’s mind.

Funny how things work out.

I believe so too.

Screwing minds. :333

I made this post for Becky cause ILY. . This following conversation will high light the stupidity of one called Jeffrey Black. Enjoy. [FYI: The following accusations (stuff like I hate Becky) are absolutely false. As for the threats against Jeffrey... I'm not so sure i was lying about that.... HAHA]

D♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Ok

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

fine

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

i’ll tell you

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

But you can’t tell becky

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

o rite?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

ok

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Good

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

its the days till i get becky

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

True goal is to kill her

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

huh?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

but a bit of damage one hurt

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

no its not

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

no seriously

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

i hate her.

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

y isnt the countdown counting down then

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

till the day i get a knife

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

And well, go figure.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I mean, FINALLY

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I’m biding my time bucko

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

now don’t tell any one.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Or else.

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

i still dont believe u

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

You little shite. I HATE REBECCA. What part don’t you understand?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I want to friggen kill her.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Jeez.

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

u dont have the killer instinkt

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Bull shit ass hole

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Ive already hurt someone bad

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

gotten suspended

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

but who cares right?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Not like the school record counts for anything

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

ive gotten suspended 3 times

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

for bullshit reasons

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Good for ya kiddo

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

school records are quite often lies

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Anyways whatever shit, ihate her guts,, stupid blonde bimbo

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Satisfied?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Now don’t tell.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Cause if you do.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Well my honey boy, you’re next.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

yeh right

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

i no ur lieing

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

so ill go tell her right now

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

You fukin tell her and i’ll fuken come tonight

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Capiche?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

nope

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

she dont believe me

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Exactly.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

That’s why i told you.

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

still

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you told her

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Your friggen next

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

feel special.

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

no

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

if u try and kill me, ill rape u

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

oh hahahaa

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Very scary ickle winky

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

rape is SO much scarier than a friggen magnum .45

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

i dont care if i die

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

ude be doing me a favour

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

but ide still rape u

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

a keep u alive for a while if possible

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

and rape u heaps more

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Try get friggen near my pussy… you wouldn’t even touch my arm

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

And you know what?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

your a fuking man slut

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

no im not

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

if i was i wouldnt be a virgin now would i?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Anyways jah

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

well hun bun

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you wouldn’t know how to rape me woul dyou?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

great now uve made becky block me

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

No i haven’t

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

yes i would

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Its your own damn fault asshole

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Who told you to go blab?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

have sex with u without ur informed consent

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Trust me hun, she’s thanking me

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

so what

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

what hole would you put your tiny pindick in?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

jeez

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

your dicks probably the size of my thimble

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

my dick isnt a dindick

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

no

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

its a PIN diclk

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

and no, its a lot bigger than that

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

pin*

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

and in ur vagina

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

which hole is it motherfucka?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

ur vagina

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

y dont u try and kill me, and ill show u wat hole

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

rofl

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

thats cause you want it. Admit it you sex-whore… you wanna fuck me right?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

no

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

rape isnt about the sex

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

its about the power

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

id prefer my first time to be with someone that i like and who likes me

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

power my friggen ass

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you know

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you contradict yourself bucko

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

cause if i came tonight

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

and you raped me

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

then damn well

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

your first time isn’t with someone you like and like syou

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

but then again

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

LIKE THATS GONNA HAPPEN

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

i said i would prefer it to be that way

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

not that it will be

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Awww too bad ickle bunnikins

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I’m not giving you the honour of popping my friggen cherry

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

its probably already been popped

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you wish buddy

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I’m savin it … for i know who

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

sure

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

sweet thang

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

anyways ciao now eegit

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you’ve just been punk’d.

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

how?

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

i no u dont hate becky

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

or want her dead

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

You sure about that?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I didn’t mean that part

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

yep

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

then wat

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

I meant the part where i said i wasn’t gonna kill ya

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

LOL

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

you idiot

Crazy Mental Homicidal Pyromaniac says:

wat?

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

Nm

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

ciao now ass hole

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

enjoy your puny pathetic life

♥. ◕ ◡ ◕ ok ok, enough shit. Count down begins: 50 [/] cuts && [x] kisses. Brown eyed suicide Non-bimbo bitch says:

MWA