so i got my new computer...

i did!
:) that's why i haven't been posting, i've been setting this thing up.
i went to the paramore gig a few days ago.
it was pretty good, aside from this extremely annoying large profusely-sweating boy who kept
running
into
me
and
getting
his
nasty
sweat
and
body
odor
allovermyfaaaaaace!!! >:(
what a dickhead. matia pushed him and we glared at him, but he just kinda looked at us like we were some fckin' idiots.
and then every few minutes, he's raise his arms up and scream like a moron, and guess whose face was right in his armpit vicinity...!!
yep! moi!
so zo-zo, the kindred soul that she is, she switched places with me.
and the damn sweaty boy moved over again, so he was in front of me again.
you know, he wasn't there in the first place.
he got in the way of some other people, not just us.
i seriously hate people like that. fckers.
:<
a wise person once said
'at this point in my life, i'd be a damn moron to think that anything would be handed to me on a silver platter, without any consequences...'
another wise person said
'winners never quit, and quitters never win, but if you never win and never quit, than you're a fcking moron.'
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: manwhore; scalped yet?

bat mitzvah.

not many people, but much drama/action/what the fck you wanna call it.
to make a long story short!
i attempted to make people realize that hello i was born a female and i want some compliments once and a while plz it's not gonna make you seem like you're madly in love with me whatever it's my freakish mindset but then i danced after i told that to mp3-boi so whatever.
and whilst i danced, panda-grrl, poison, and stacey danced with me.
we won a dance contest. :)
but, on the bright side, the narcissist was quite entertaining,
they had shirley temples,
and a chocolate fountain.
oh, and panda-grrl talked with mp3-boi. :)
(and, to all readers: by boi i don't mean a young boyish lesbian. mp3-boi is a boy whose blog name i spelled like that.)

things kinda sorted out, and apparently i looked divine. :3
the reason to not wear dresses and stuff so much; if i look .that. good in them, it'll give you all something to look foreward to. :3
manwhore danced with some people who i can't remember,
and the balcony was beautiful.
i wish i had a balcony.
and a windowseat.
and a room full of lovely fluffy pillows.
and a personal chef.
and lived with some of my friends.
and had less writer's block.
but that's a wish. :)
and that's it.
dancing is fun, especially when you suck as bad as i do. trust me.
just looking stupid is fun.
if my dance was a word, it would be: wrgzeghziluetighluesntgheea5irugnh5liuy5oit
if poison's was a word, it would be something funky (not F.U.N.K.y) and unique.
panda-grrl's would be something abrupt, short, but something you rarely hear.
and stacey's would be something bubbly. probably the word 'bubbly'. :)
but iunno about the guys. most of them don't really dance, except the narcissist and mp3-boi.
who are crazy but awesome.
the other guys (no offense. ): ) don't really know how to work their hips.
and let loose! adfhaetrigjetlhjg~!
but that's it so far. wrote another song. :)

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

schooooooooool!!!!!!!

j'adore lunch with the boys in the courtyard. so nice! courtyard is lovely.
the narcissist tried to grab my boob, but i'll put that behind me.
again.
and again.
and m. asked me how i can deal with them.
why?
the narcissist: "well i was on vacation and i saw this little kid so i was like 'hey can i feel your nips?' and the kid said no, so i'm like 'so at least can i rub 'em?' kid: 'no!! i'm a little kid! rapist,' so he's like 'no. i'm a child molester. run away!!!! :0' (at this point, mp3-boi shoves his hands down the narcissist's shirt.)

so yeah. i'm used to it. this is the fifth year of hanging out with the narcissist.
so i'm used to it.
our math teacher wears, uhm, tight pants. at least in the butt.
you can kind of see his, uhm, pant line.
it's weird.
-hides under shelf- i wasn't the only one.
zo-zo, penguu, stacey, m., all the girls were like, 'what the fck!???!?!?!'
trust me boys. not tight pants unless you have no panty lines.
just saying.
that's all for now; g.s.'s bat mitzvah tomorrow.
expect a full report tomorrow, loves! or the day after...

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

p.s.: partay! pics may come.

omglykrly.

dear self.

i don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. i think i realized it when you put cuffs on me outside of chicago and i saw you sit on my avocado plant. i'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that santa doesn't exist. i'm returning your love letters to you, but i'll keep your mom as a memory. you should also know that i never openly mocked eggplant fetishism.

go and drown yourself,

blitz

a meme! :0
directions are:

how you do the letter meme:

dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog)
i don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. i think i realized it ___2___ ___3___ and i saw you ___4___ ___5___. i'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. i'm returning ___8___ to you, but i'll keep ___9___ as a memory. you should also know that i ___10___ ___11___.___
12___,-your name-

1. what's the color of your shirt?
blue - our romance is over
red - our affair is over
white - i'll join the monastery
black - i dislike you
green - our horoscope doesn't match
grey - you're a pervert
yellow - i'm selling myself
pink - your nostrils are insulting
brown - the mafia wants you
no shirt - you're a loser
other - i'm in love with your sister

2. which is your birth month?
january - that night
february - last year
march - when your dwarf bit me
april - when i tripped on sesame seeds
may - first of may
june - when you put cuffs on me
july - when i threw up
august - when i saw the shrunken head
september - when we skinny dipped
october - when i quoted santa
november - when your dog ran amok
december - when i changed tennis shoes

3. which food do you prefer?
tacos - in your apartment
pizza - in your camping car
pasta - outside of chicago
hamburgers - under the bus
salad - as you ate enchilada
chicken - in your closet
kebab - with paris hilton
fish - in women's clothing
sandwiches - at the hare krishna graduation
lasagna - at the mental hospital
hot dog - under a state of trance
none of the above - with george bush and his wife

4. what's the color of your socks?
yellow - hit on
red – insult
black - ignore
blue - knock out
purple - pour syrup on
white - carve your initials into
grey - pull the clothes off
brown - put leeches on
orange – castrate
pink - pull the toupee off
barefoot - sit on
other - drive out

5. what's the color of your underwear?
black - my best friend
white - my father
grey - bill clinton
brown - my fart balloon
purple - my mustard soufflé
red - donald Duck
blue - my avocado plant
yellow - my penpal in ghana
orange - my kid rock-collection
pink - manchester united's goalkeeper
none - my john f. kennedy-statue
other - the crazy monk

6. what do you prefer to watch on tee-vee?
scrubs - man
o.c. - emotional
one tree hill - open
heroes - frostbitten
lost - high
house - scarred
simpsons - cowardly
the news - mongolic
idol - masochistic
family guy - senile
top model - middle-class
none of the above - ashamed

7. your mood right now?
happy - how awful i've felt
sad - how boring you are
bored - that santa doesn't exist
angry - that your pimples are at the last stage
depressed - that we're cousins
excited - that there is no solution to this.
nervous - the middle-east worried - that your honda sucks
apathetic - that I did a sex-change
ashamed - that i'm allergic to your hamster
cuddly - that i get turned on by garbage men
overjoyous - that i'm open
other - that extreme home makeover sucks

8. what's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
white - your ring
yellow - your love letters
red - your darth vader-poster
black - your tame stone
blue - the couch cushions
green - the pictures from ell-ay
orange - your false teeth
brown - your contact book
grey - our matching snoopy-bibs
purple - your old lottery coupons
pink - the cut toenails
other - your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
a/b - your photo
c/d - the oil stocks
e/d - your neighbour martin
g/h - my virginity
i/j - the results of your blood-sample
k/j - your left ear
m/n - your suicide note
o/p - my common sense
q/r - your mom
s/t - your collection of butterflies
u/v - your criminal record
w/x - david's tricot outfits
y/z - your grades from college

10. the last letter in your last name?
a/b - always will remember
c/d - never will forget
e/f - always wanted to break
g/h - never openly mocked
i/j - always have felt dirty before
k/l - will tell the authorities about
m/n - told in my confession today about
o/p - was interviewed by the times about
q/r - told my psychiatrist about
s/t - get sick when I think of
u/v - always will try to forget
w/x - am better off without
y/z - never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
water- our friendship
beer - senility
soft drink - a new life as a clone
soda - the incarnation as an eskimo
milk - the apartment building
wine - cocaine abuse
cider - a passionate interest for mice
juice - oprah winfrey imitations
mineral water - embarrassing rash
hot chocolate - eggplant-fetishism
whisky - to ruin the second world war
other - to hate the boston celtics

12. to which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
thailand - warm regards
you.ess.ay. - best regards
england - good luck on your short-term leave from jail
spain - go and drown yourself
china - disgusting regards
germany - with ease
japan - go burn
greece - your everlasting enemy
australia - greetings to your frog leonard
egypt - fuck off now
france - in pain
other - greetings to your freaky family

put it on yer blog, btches! :)
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.!! :)

band names (those who read this, comments and suggestions are a must!!)

'if you're interested'
'bugs in your computer'
'would have been'
'all that and a bag of chips' (a bit long...)
'a mere scrawl'
'nothing remotely fun'
'the tell-tale heart' (any poe fans? hm? hm?)
'found in a bottle'
'loss of breath'
'you.eff.oh'
'angel of the odd'
'lip service'
'too much of a good thing'
'demonstrate the absence'
'sie beißt' &&
'elle mord' (german and french for 'she bites', respectively)

i ran out now.
tell me what you like in a comment, or else you shall be...
well.
looked down upon.
more than usual. :/
see youse.
<33blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

back in virgin land.

-plays game furiously-
sometimes rick sounds smart, but then he says 'cuz', and i can tell the translation team like to make the characters sound like poo.
also, if a restaurant is a chain restaurant it is .not. gourmet. (sp? ): )
it just isn't.
that is all for today.
(yes, i'm home. yaaay.)

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

if it smells like F.U.N.K....

ok. i know. you're probably all like 'omgomgomgomgomg lyk y did u put teh F.U.N.K. in teh title btch!!??!E312'
blasphemy! well, no.
i just wanted all of you to know to nevar evar evar get addicted to anything.
it's so classic, but it's true.
for example: i want you all to buy some sculpy (modeling clay), make something, bake it for wwwwwaaaaaayyyyyyy too long, pour some melting rubber on it, and then maybe vomit on it.
then smell it.
that's what beer tastes like. no lies here, folks.

and my second little thing to ignore = pills.
especially for you girls, because i know i know, motrin is needed once per month,
buuuut
if you get carried away, this may happen:
you're miserable for four hours,
end up taking mooooore pills,
sit on the crapper all day,
still have cramps,
then you'll try to eat something, and you'll puke up the alchohol that your sister's boyfriend dared you to try.
(that's how i know what that damn beer tastes like. -vacuums tongue-)
then after eating some cold ramen noodles and lying on the couch watching children's shows,
you'll be fine, because apparently barfing up that disgusting alchohol and the small amount of food you're actually eating makes cramps go away.

who knew?
beer sucks. pills suck.
don't do drugs, kids! :0
seriously. you do drugs and fck up your life, i'm gonna force some pills down your throat and show you that retching = no fun.
maybe some alchohol-sht tastes good, but bleeeh.
maybe it's 'cos i'm small, or 'cos i'm smart, or 'cos i have weird taste buds.

i was originally going to request sympathetic phone calls from fellow members of the F.U.N.K., but i'm going out for ice cream. or italian ice.
just remind me not to stay up with my sister and her boyfriend any more.
who, by the way, acts kind of like manwhore and j.c. at the same time.

and one cute little anectdote before i leave for frozen treats...

'i can has sunglasses?'
adsf. so we were at the beach, feeding the seagulls some cheap bread, when my sister's boyfriend puts bread on the bill of his hat. the bird grabs it and nearly craps on my sister. :p he keeps doing this, but after a while one of the seagulls pulls off his damn sunglasses, and starts flying away. it left the bread. so i'm chasing after the frikkin' sea gull, trying to get the sunglasses, and it just drops them. oh, lord, that was funny. :3 made my evening, it did.

so all in all, have a nice day. ;)
see you laters, cheese graters.
here's hoping i don't see any of you retching in a toilet anytime soon. :/
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

(but neither will we. ;) )

t.v. and eyes.

we have this huge, big deluxe 1000 channel shitload of effects that's actually crap.
but i was watching my sister and her boy switching through the t.v. guide, and i found this little funtidbit.
here's the order of channels:

busty blonde buttfcking
high school tit fcking
kidz only!!! =))))

no, they didn't go to any of those. ew.

and on eyes:
the girls in my family have pretty much two things in common.
we're, uhm, 'blessed' with 'tiddlywinks', and our eyyyes.
my dad calls them 'wolf eyes'.
my mom's are this dark blue on the outside rim, green for most of the iris, and this amber brown near the pupil.
my sister's are slate blue with brown around the pupil,
and mine are green, with these darrrrk blue-ish rims, (sometimes), and brown around the pupils.
yes, sexy eyes.
we are a family of temptresses. fall to my charms plz!

well, i'm off.
din-din with the relatives.
baibai, lovelies.
--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

things i would like to share. btch.

so i went shopping. :0 i got some nice stuff, but all of you are gonna have to wait, because i'm not wasting my blog on my fashion conquests.
even though i look hot.

but~~
there's some stuff that's happened that i'd love to just be there with you guys,
like with stacey and m. and panda-grrl on the cute carnival rides (ferris wheel, yaaay!),
mp3-boi, j.i., and j.c. with the crazy monopoly games and the beach in general.
oh, and the arcade. that's for them and panda-grrl, and pretty much all of you boys. mwah!
and the smilie face water tower for penguu (you know the one you put on my locker to cheer me up? i saw the real.thing! o.o i have pictures),
and the late night walks at the beach for zo-zo,
the funny looking 'make out mints' with swimmie and stacey,
the light up lazzzzer light water show with poison,
the fact that i think my dad is a /b/tard with manwhore,
the cute beachy crazy shops with matia,
the huge inflatable blow up prizes and overstuffed stuffed animals with banana streak,
oh, and also the fact that he wore his 'nuns with guns' shirt in front of a nun-house,
the helicoptor ride with the narcissist,
and i just wish that it wasn't so lonely up here, even though it's great fun, i still miss you!

yes'm, i rode in a helicoptor.
i also saw a homeless man with one leg...
i'm scouring the beach for seashells to make into jewelry,
enjoying the microwave,
getting thrown out of three casinos and thrown out of the waves,
feeding the seagulls,
looking at lightning lighting up the sky so it's pink, even if it's so far far off,
and mp3-boi?
i know you're in jersey, too, so you won't get this,
and you don't read my blog, buuuut
there was a chiropractor named jimmy morrison.
i love the city, though, and my sister'll be here tomorrow.
so i may not update for a while, but i may call you. one of you. :/
also...
manwhore!
!!! attention!
get fight club! -is bitten by horsefly-
damn.
oh, well.
monopoly calls me, lovelies!
miss you,
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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U'll
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Know

y.e.s.!!!

i got wireless!
on the first day in new jersey! :)
i'm so enthralled. <3
i have to sit on the deck to get a connection, but i may update.
car ride kinda sucked.
long.
boring.
i finished 'invisible monsters,' though.
it's verrrrry lonely out here, folks. :(
the ferry ride was nice, though. i saw dolphins.
tomorrow we'll probably go out to get some yogurt for smoothies, and
wheat bread!!!
and microwave popcorn.
because we not only have a microwave,
we have a toaster,
and we have a blender!
i don't own any of those things... >.< -squee again-
so yeah, girlies. i'm having wheat bread toast with mayo again.
well, at least you don't have to watch me eat it.
or maybe i'll videotape me eating it.
take that, chickie. x3
so all in all, i'm good.
hi to all.
wish i had a friend up here. ):
i might call one of you, if you're lucky. >:3

see ya~~
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

miranda cosgrove (yes, again. soz.)

ok. this is just her freaking .eyes.. they're .tiny.!
ok. so she has small eyes. not so bad.
her 'perfectly plucked eyebrows' (a real quote, btch!) are smaller than her .eyes., i swear.
and then her eye makeup is
all.
over.
her.
fcking.
face!
it's past her fcking temple. o.o
is this where the people at school get it?
(no, i don't like miranda. she really pisses me off; huge poseur, bad actress, bad singer. meat puppet.)
here's a diagram, srsly.

----^
( (o) )>>>>>>>

eyebrows are arched; can't do that with so little space.
>>>>=makeup.
(o)=iris and eye
()=rim of eye
----^=eyebrow

i'm serious, how anyone can think that looks natural is drain bramaged. :<
again.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

mmm...

-noms corn dog- i love the immediate gratification centre that is seven-eleven. <3
om nom nom nom... :)
but that's not what i'm here to say.
do you all remember when you were little and you knew what you wanted to do for a living?
'i wanna be a karate master'
'i wanna be a garbage man'
'i wanna be a cat'
'i wanna be a chef'
most of us don't want to be what we used to be back then.
me? i wanted to be a contortionist.
you know, someone who's really flexible and bends around for a living?
yes. i wanted to be a contortionist.
what did you all want to be back in kindergarten? tell me. :)
(comment plz. :) )

i'm going to new jersey tomorrow morning, so don't be surprised if i don't update tomorrow.
they've got internet connection there, so i think that we're good. i won't update until nighty-time,
because the rents don't want me on the compy all day.
so check later at night, and tomorrow, if i update in the car, you'll know.
'hey. i'm in the car. it sucks. i'll be here for hours. lalalalalaa...'

alas, i'm off.
see ya.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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Know

mcdonaldddd's!

it's disgusting, i know. but since these articles piss me off so much, i've decided to rant a lil' here.

here's a few fun facts i found (http://lawandhelp.com/q298-2.htm)

a report in liability week, september 29, 1997, indicated that kathleen gilliam, 73, suffered first degree burns when a cup of coffee spilled onto her lap. reports also indicate that mcdonald's consistently keeps its coffee at 185 degrees, still approximately 20 degrees hotter than at other restaurants. third degree burns occur at this temperature in just two to seven seconds, requiring skin grafting, debridement and whirlpool treatments that cost tens of thousands of dollars and result in permanent disfigurement, extreme pain and disability to the victims for many months, and in some cases, years.

okay. what. the. fck.
it's coffee, btches.
(didn't the woman spill it herself, anyway? or did a fairy do it?)
who are you gonna sue when you spill coffee you at your house on your lap?
because we all do.
so who ya gonna sue then?
the people that make the coffee-maker, or the people that make the coffee grounds?
you people are pathetic. :(
ok. well. pain. still your fault.


next!
*d00d*, 15, has eaten at mcdonald's almost every day since the age of six. his macaholic addiction has taken his weight to 400lbs, although he is only 5ft 6in tall. 'i normally order the big mac, fries, icecream or shake - i like to super size my orders,' he said. *d00d* has developed diabetes. <--- no wonder.
the suit, filed in new york last week, claims that addiction to mcdonald's has led to obesity. <--- they just realized this?
*d00d*'s mother, *chick*, claims that she would not have let her son gorge himself if she had known the food contained such high levels of fat, cholesterol and salt. 'i always believed mcdonald's food was healthy for my son,' she said.

i lol'd. especially at the last line.
'i always believed mcdonald's food was healthy for my son...'
bullsht!
maybe you don't care about your son at all and this is some crap attempt to get on the news!
it worked, but newsflash! that quote made you look waaaay stupid.
mcdonalds?
healthy?
ohplz. how many cases like this have there been, anyway.
100000000000000?

courtesy of buzzle.net. or something... :(


'you eat a lot of cheeseburgers at fast-food restaurants and you get fat'
always classy, faux news. always classy.

'nevertheless, the lawsuit claims kids and their parents didn't know how fattening the food was.'
uhm. if you squeeze the burger, and you get enough grease out of it to fill a standard size styrofoam cup, it. isn't. healthy. get the picture?

'stella ordered her 49 cent coffee knowing that it was incredibly hot. she chose to attempt to drive while holding her coffee in the front seat. stella clumsily spilled the coffee in her lap while driving and slightly burned herself. angry at her own stupidity, she turned against a big corporation for revenge. stella received a final judgment for her trouble, and the burn from mcdonald’s coffee was an unprecedented occurrence.'
they say this is the myth, and that .this. is the fact:

'stella was 79 years. she was a passenger in her grandson’s vehicle. she ordered a 49 cent coffee at the mcdonald’s drive through and was attempting to open the coffee to add cream and sugar while the car was not moving, when the cap popped off, spilling coffee in her lap. because the coffee was heated to between 180-190 degrees fahrenheit, and because she was wearing sweatpants which absorbed the coffee and held it next to her skin, Stella received third degree burns on her inner thighs, perineum, buttocks, genital, and groin areas. these injuries resulted in eight days of hospitalization during which she received skin grafting for her burns. stella was left scarred and disabled for more than a year.'
does this mean she had to get genital reconstruction...?
or skin grafts 'down there'? oi. we-ell, i have no sympathy.
wait until you get home to eat your poorly prepared greasy swill, and get some patience, mkay?
call me mean and insensitive, but admit it.
most of you have the sense to wait until you get home to eat/drink something incredibly hot, anyway.
and if i'm right, doesn't micky-d's have some 'caution hot' stickers on there?
i think they do. :/

in other news, 99¢ stores now sell six pack cartons of eggs.
bye for now.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

discovery

!!!
i just realized...
i-carly is a rip off of the amanda show?
amirite?
huhuhuhhh?
i know i am.
i used to watch that show so much. :0 it was funny.

opinions are accepted now. but i'm sure you agree.
i'm .sure..

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

manwhore's blog list is interesting.

list of secrets/guilty pleasures. (and just a few random things about me.)
that's there on the list, and the only one i feel like doing now.

1. i love the little mermaid. no lie.
2. actually, pretty much all of the disney princesses... :p
3. i own over five different dictionary.
4. i actually like avril lavigne's 'girlfriend'. (song)
5. i'm a sucker for a good romance. ;) (novel movie play. as long as it's good.)
6. when i was younger, i would get 'kidz cuisine' frozen meals, and when i got mac and cheez, it came with corn and applesauce. i would mix all of them together and eat it all. :<
7. one of my old friends was and probably still is a furry. furry. furry. -echo- :0
8. in the third grade, i, like everyone else, made a valentine for everyone. and i matched mine up with my crush's and was like 'omg! wut a kawinkidink! u rly got that too?' (yeah. i know. i'm a loser.)
9. i still have my junie b. jones books from when i was little.
10. pool's closed.

well. i can't really think of any secrets that i have right now...
what were you expecting?
me to be a h0r?
or a furry?
or for me to be into some sort of weird n00dz?
-shudder-
no, soz.
but that's it for todays. :)
probably.
i'll be on the web all day. email me or something, lovelies.

oh lawd. just a recommendation from moi:
read this series:
misfile. (www.misfile.com)
manwhore has it linked on his blag,
(yes i spelled it that way)
and i think it's great. seriously.
i luvs it. (vash is so huggable. exdee.)
so read, my minions!
reeeaaad!
unless it's too 'disturbing' or 'pervy' for you.
from what i heard, it is.
softies. -sticks tongue out-
but yaaaay.
so that's how i spent my day. like this.
oh, and writing camp is a bit of a bust.
no poetry? baawwww!
oh well.
see you all, sometime.
(off to new jersey this weekend untill the next! whoo-ee!)

blitz of the F.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know

headdesk.

i hate people who pretend to be smart.
srsly.
(i've been on teh interwebs a lot lately)
but they're throwing out these words like divas drop names,
and i go 'do you even know what the fck that means?'
and they're like...
'yes!'
and i'm like
'what?'
they're like...
'stuff........'

yeah. smart. reading sht off of a site or book or whatever to sound intelligent.
people will love you later in life.
(you know who you are. and some of you may think you are but aren't. some may think you are and are.)
luvluvshine,btch
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

p.s.: manwhore, tell me what you did in your all nighter! tell me for i am an oracle!

-putts around like a lawnmower-

so you know i have fears, strangely enough?
people always tell me i'm this unbreakable loveable gorgeous force...
but really?
i'm human,
i'm selfish.
i fear,
i want.

this topic's pretty gloomy, so i'm keeping it short.
i don't want to be sad again.
probably a fear.
to go back to the whole anxiety phase, you know?
terrible, really.
a loss of months.

so here's a quick list of fears:

-loud noises
-chaos
-people in general
-people that are bigger than me
-losing control
-fading away

just aknowleged the fading thing.
seriously.
i don't wanna fade!
i'm 13!
this can't be my prime!
:/
i'm done.
i'm tired of this subject.

i also don't wanna sound gloomy, so
funcakeramatripleglittercreampie.
there. happy words! :)

--blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
U'll
Never
Know