Dessy be bored. And her tummy hurts from the crackers and bread... too much Club crackers.... So yeah. I be at Brit's house right now and ow... I just gave myself a really epic wedgie... owie... my crotch... *shifts uncomfortably* Anyway, so... yeah... *rearranges clothes* Ah... so much better. ^-^ I'm going to be doing a major upheaval of my Fake representation at some point or another. Big stuff. Big stuff on the way. I don't know why I'm telling this... Fuck my tummy hurts... >.< So yeah. ^_^ Moo-fish!
EDIT: And now, apparently, I be spending the night at Brit's. Happy happy joy *yawn*
I dun wanna be a chicken
I dun wanna be a duck
So I shake my butt *wiggle wiggle wiggle*
I dunno. I'm bored. Kinda tired. Maybe a slight depressed... no... more... useless. Insufficient. Inadequate... yeah... that one's the best one to describe. Rawr. =P God I hope this thing doesn't default to showing everyone on my friends... seriously... Like, my main presentation does that... and it pisses me off because I am constantly fuckin' tweaking that thing. and it's just... RAWR... No one gives a fuck that I got rid of an icon or rewording some stuff... I should be allowed to turn off those stupid notices... *switches positions* Ugh... this is so much worse... I can't see... >.<*switches again* My cat looks like she's crying from one eye. It's rather saddening actually... Ugh... this is a little better... but not much... I need a post... And a comfy ground... Dammit why'd we move my bed! Grr... still throbbing... >.< Go away... whatever you are... It's 1.22. I'm pulling an all nighter... And I won't be sleeping tomorrow night either... *thumbs up* so Wednesday's going to blow some pretty heavy balls. I'm going to be so cranky and tired and have like, three energy drinks out of no where... Yes... I need to get some of that stuff... Mmm... Venom... it comes in the sexiest bottle ever... not even joking... Soo... many... ellipses... *dies in the period trio*
I dunno. My ex is being a jerk... but that's nothing new. I let someone steal my virginity (interpret that how you wish. It's the best way I can describe it) and now I'm kind of... thinking... maybe that wasn't such a good idea. I've been really sick recently. Like seriously. Pain sick. It's messed. And now I have glasses, and they give me a headache since my eyes aren't used to seeing that much detail. And I'm just kinda messed up right now... ^-^*
The wrong sex...
A long-time friend of mine is recently going through another phase of "No GUY will ever like me no GUY ever has liked me I'm going to be ALONE forever" She's bitchy and prude. She DOESN'T like the male gender. And so she whines to us that she's going to be lonely forever. Not realizing she has so many friends. But they're girls. She and I got in a fight last night because she was whining. We couldn't name three GUYS in the past 3 years that have liked her, but I can definitely name three PEOPLE in the past YEAR that have LOVED her. And she broke their hearts. Females don't seem to matter. And it really kinda hurts. Because she's writing all these blogs and what not of how no GUY is ever going to like her. When I myself have stuck with her, for 6 years. I'VE been there throughout all of her heartaches. I bitched at MY boyfriend when he wouldn't be nice to her. I'VE kept MY feelings about HER secret because I'VE been afraid that she wouldn't trust me anymore. And so her going on and on and on about how GUYS don't like her and how not a single GUY has ever complimented her and how all these GUYS just don't realize her. It really really really really really kinda pisses me off... so yeah... she needs to start noticing the people around her. And noticing how nice her friends are. And how long we've stuck with her through her drama, and fears. And how we've let her bitch to us about how no GUY is ever going to love her so she's going to be ALONE forever.
Does anyone get my point? Because she sure as hell doesn't...
Internet Dating?
I don't believe that internet relationships are healthy. You can have friendships. But most people need that ability to touch, and to hold, and kiss and snuggle and what-not. Usually, on the internet, people live fairly far away... and can't have that ability, except on the computer. That's why long-distance relationships fail (speaking from experience here) because, while one of them may be okay with not seeing the other at school every day, the other may go insane. Just because humans need to know that that person is always there, not just when they log-in.
So, even though I have a ton of friends on the net, I don't think I'd ever want to get in a serious relationship, simply because people are too fragile. And too easily hurt.
But that's just all my personal opinion. ^_^
*mrow*
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