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Im full of ridiculessness lately. I miss you dear gym.I miss you work.I cannot be certain, but I think I miss you Pepsi and coffee,but in that longterm jackass exboyfriend sorta way, where you miss them out of habit and yet daily have new reason to hate them.I am mentally obsessed with a tattoo idea, perhaps this good girl has turned. Turned into what? Oh yes a unicorn.duh! Phew.Glad I cleared that up before my inbox flooded againwith the same insanityover and over from the same people.I wish I did not feel bad blocking people, because there is nothing more overwhelming than logging on to forty plus messages from the same person. I want to be tied up and cracked across the dupa, sure, but not harassed. That would be insane.Although, the more messages from crazies I get on here, the crazier I feel. It defies logic.Do I look fun? It is because my picture is a pink unicorn.Of course that is fun. I look hot? Again, if you are into ponies, then hell yes.Im a glittery sexy biotch.Someone actually said they could tell I have a great personality. Based on what, my love of animal videos or the forum posts more nonsensical than this journal entry. I find small comfort in knowing that by internet standards, my bathroom is comparitively immaculate and that ten pounds I gained affected no one. Hopefully the same will be true about that pesky tentacle now protruding from my no longer toned abdomen. I kid. Unless of course tentacles are your thing, in which case, welcome to the internet baby. This girl may be submissive, but this tentacle is a domme to boot. Awww snap!That is absolutely fab news. I no longer need you boys, Tentacle and I can be rowdy on our own. Well then, this whole entry is moot.Bye then! |
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