delusion

so i have been informed that i am very close to being zotted. apparently, i have to play nice for awhile so here you go....

kittens. roses. rainbows. ice cream. sunsets. calm meadows. ooOOOhh you are so hot, i loooove you, you rock!!!


and all that other happy, positive shit.



just go to maurauder 's journal and realize that i am rad. because apparently i'm not allowed to tell you that i am anymore.

[seriousness]
i have no desire to rile up any more shit, but.....
email recieved: "You don't know shit about the plight of the handicapped. You just like to rant and rave to justify your self loving agenda of fucking with people for your own entertainment. You're a bitch and it's getting old. and i still think you are a retard."

how sure are you of that? check your facts before you put my name in your mouth.








[/seriousness]