THE INJUSTICE OF IT ALL!
I am so effing pissed! How can this happen to me?! I found this really nice blogskin so I decided to change this blogskin which has been here for like, I dunno, ages and centuries maybe. After a whole half hour of copying and pasting my profile and whatnot shit, I went to save, republish changes. And after that, I went to take a look at my nice new blog, swoon at the beautiful original cover page and then click on the links only to find the HORROR! THEY DON'T FUCKING WORK! OHMYBLOODYSHIT. It's like one of those moments where you have a... no not the aha! experience/paradigm shift but one of the moments when you just feel like bashing everything in sight, puke every single bit of your blood and guts out, smash your head against the wall then lie down and wait for death. Okayy, so maybe you sane people don't have these kinda moments but I happen to have them okayy. Like, just now. So to make sure that it was just my stupid laptop that wasn't working, I went to ask Beryl to go look at it in her laptop, and she told me they all WORKED FINE. At this point, my eyes bugged out of their teeny eye sockets. Blame the one who gave us these tiny sockets. Then I went to ask Chris who then told me that they don't work! At this point, my eyes popped themselves back in. Don't puke, it's NOT gross I tell you, NOT GROSS.
YOU THERE STOP PUKING INTO THE EFFING TOILET BOWL AND LOOK AT ME! or, my blog rather.
And now I thank Buddha, I thank Hell that I actually had the common sense to save my original template or right now I'll be sitting on a railing at the top of the world staring down at the ground from an OMFG-SO-DAMN-HIGH-?! height of 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000kilometres
above ground and contemplating whether to jump or to kill myself by drinking rat poison like how my daddy's dog died or by sticking a knife into my chest. I feel so damn sad now. T.T
That blogskin was really very very nice okayy. It was black and white and red and had this picture of some dude with a blood tear trickling down his cheek. BLOOD YOU KNOW. SO COOL CAN. So maybe it was photoshop or paint but so what. I think I'll refrain from changing my blogskin until I figured out what went wrong with that one. IT REALLY WAS SO FREAKING NICE!!! T.T *wails*
Alright alright, I shall cut the crap and spare everyone from listening, or reading, my procrastinations. And carry on my pathetic defeat in minesweeper flags with Beryl. And of course updating my wishlist, muahaha. And changing some stuff in my profile. I'm getting sick of em.
ZZZ,
pissed-offed kitty.
P.S: LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMORROW COS IM GONNA WATCH THE HOLIDAY WITH VALERIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
P.P.S: And finally take neoprints with her for the first time although we've known each other our entire lives. =.=
Alright, I really have to get this out of my system. For centuries, I have been wondering why the hell they call Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh. I mean, if he had been named Winnie the Bear, it would make more sense wouldn’t it? If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought it was Winnie the Poo-which-is-actually-a-politer-way-of-saying-pile-of-shit. Plus, if Winnie is meant to be a male bear [er, right?], why exactly is the name ‘Winnie’ used to name girls? Or maybe Winnie the Pooh is actually a female but her voice happens to be very deep. Now that makes more sense I think. Another thing, how is it possible that Tigger can bounce on his tail?! Scientifically, tigers can NOT support their body on their tail unless they are mutants, with amazing supertails. Tigger must be the one of a kind supertiger. Say, if a real tiger ever tried to do that, it’s tail would SNAP! under the pressure. Also, Eeyore [which I actually prefer compared to Winnie the Pooh] is undeniably gay. Either that or he likes pink ribbons on his tail which is somehow pinned to his ass. Oh right, someone reminded me that they are stuffed toys after all. Who come to life when Robinson Christ, or Chris Robin, oh whatshisface appears in the room and take them out. I think. Alright, I am so horribly uneducated in the realms of the Hundred Acres Wood and them weirdos. Now, Winnie the Pooh lovers, don’t come after me, I’m merely stating my concerns. Not concerns, erm, my thoughts. Yea, that's it. It's a free country ain't it?
Next, PROMO TEST. No forget it, strike that topic out, no way am I about to talk about how drastically I flunked it. Like how I stoned during my First Aid practical case or how I mistook the lump on the casualty's face for a MOSQUITO BITE. Don't look at me like that. Training was... erm.
Disastrous would be an understatement. TRAINING WAS FUN.
Well, here comes the brief summary of the
mass orgy attempt to do homework at my house yesterday with Xiangyun and Beryl. I ACTUALLY COMPLETED MY ZUO WEN CONGRATULATE ME! I wrote that the hamburger made me salivate for 3 inches, took me ages. I finished writing it when they went off to buy french fries. And then they returned..... WITH A BAG OF LITTLE FISHIES! In the end, I didn't actually do my heymath but we did watch Pokemon. ZZZ! And one of Beryl's 15 fishies croaked. Poor fish. T.T It was female by the way. *nudges Fish* I really do think it's ridiculous how the male fish get beautiful flowing colorful and wondrous tails while the females are dull and gray. =.= It makes them look gay. Not that I actually have anything against gays.
*YAWN* I'm bored, tired and not in the mood to do homework. Oh did I mention how I told some sucker on IMVU that I bit his dick off when he asked for oral sex? ^^ I rock, I know. WHAT?! Don't give me that grossed out look! Okayy, maybe it's gross but, yea. I hate it when this kinda despo people do that. Ah yes, I'm currently addicted to the song 'Money Maker' by Ludacris. It's very nice. But the lyrics are kinda um... Sick would be the right word I guess. SKIP THE ENTIRE PART IF YOU'RE VERY VERY TURNED OFF BY SICK LYRICS.
Here they are:
"Money Maker"(feat. Pharrell)
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya
You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck
So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...
HEYYLuda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..
Let me give you some swimming lessons on the p****
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...
YUPPCall me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....
HEYYI'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..
*hook*
erm, I did mention that it was sick didn't I? TOP 5 CHOICES OF SONGS RIGHT NOW:
*Shake Your Money Maker -Ludacris
*I wanna F*** you -Akon
*Smack That -Akon
*Dance, Dance -Fall out boy
*FACK -Eminem
Make that 6. Including Just Like A Pill by P!NK.
zzzzzzzzzz why am I saying all this shit?! Back to IMVU. Cya
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'KITTY