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I'm bored. And it's 4.37 in the morning. =P I love my sleep schedule. Wait a minute... I wans gonna write something important... DAMMIT! Well, I forgot what it was. So I'm going to ramble on and on and on and on. :D I love my fuck buddy and mistress. *huggles and cuddles* It's weird though. Because, I became fuck buddies with him... AFTER we dated. =P You'd think we'd never speak again because it ended kinda... ickily... ^-^* But then we said, we're horny, all the time, and don't wanna have to teach someone else how to push our buttons. So let's just bang like bunnies. ^_^ And then my mistress. My on again off again friend. We are THE definition of a Colorado friend. Except... most Colorado friends aren't as "cuddly" as we are... I lust her... :) I write poetry. Poetry's fun and damn easy to do. I don't write stories. Not even short ones. My short attention span doesn't allow me too. But I write poems. I'm currently working on a novel that is just a series of poems. So it's gonna be like a conceptual album... in poem form. It should be cool. I draw a lot too. I suck at it. Those piccy's on my house. I drew em. And edited em. And colored them. And fucked em. Never mind that last part. No I didn't. <.< Honest... that's weird... fucking my artwork... ew... >.< I've decided I'm an immature fuck. Seriously. I can't even say penis unless I'm telling a story or quoting someone. I don't call it a thingy either. It's a thoang... what the fucking hell? It's fun to say though. Say it with me. th-oing. th-oing. *giggle* I should write a thoang song. >^-^< It will be about thoangs and prudism. *giggle*thoang...*giggle* Speaking of thoangs, you know who's hott? Gerard... like seriously... bangable... like seriously... hott. =P He's a babe. I lust him. I'm a serious fan-girl. It's not like he's 10 years older than me or anything. But yeah. But it's sad. Because MCR's best music (first album shit) is like, their best. And then he got sober... and now it's all... ew... and absolutely no one agrees with me. I mean, sure, the first album was very gorey, and dealt with death and suicide and shit. But the symbolism was seriously pwnage... I just said pwnage. I haven't said pwnage in, like, years... I must burn my 1337 fingers... I just typed 1337... I've gone back to my younger teenage days... *tear* I'm going to go blow my brains against to ceiling while listening to Headfirst for Halos... juuuust kiiidding. ^-^ I'm not suicidal... not in the least... o.O But really. I don't think I could just kill myself. It's not like I'm afraid of death or think life is great or anything. I just don't think I could do it. I'd be such a disappointment to myself. OH THE MISERY!!! My kitty's eating bugs... Silly Sweetie. My other kitty is probably asleep with one of the roomie peoples. And then my other other kitty is probably passed out on the couch... pussy... But not Sweetie!!! She's wide awake, bug hunting and eating the spiders that haunt me. o.O What's up with all the emoticons I use. Seriously... creepy... Don't use em... they're bad for your health. >^-^< THE DIARY IS NO LONGER SAD AND EMPTY! Let us celebrate! *dances about haphazardly*