geeva

posting in journals is hard. I want to always respond to everyone before putting in a new entry, but at the same time I always want to say somthing meaningful in everyones journal. Most of the time I am not capable of intelligent thought, so it proves difficult.
Boohoo.
Or maybe I'm just a rude bitch. Either or, take your pick. But if you think I'm a bitch don't tell me. I'm sensitive.


I have some more thoughts on the penis:
They are, in fact, quite less abrasive than plastic. Even that soft smooshy plastic.

I got my tank, panties, and check. Digital camera batteries piss me off. They run out so I can't take pics. I shall revolt, I shall cause a revolution. Batteries can kiss my ass. Or they can go up my ass, it might feel good up there.

Don't be like me kids, and drive drunk. Or post drunk. Cuz then you say you are drunk and then it appears to be an excuse for your behavior. And that pisses me off.

Heres a picture.



I find it humorous.

edit*
fruit flies piss me off.
I always have like 10 of them in my house.
I stalk them out, and even don't keep food in my house anymore. Yet they still show up.
I want to wipe their dirty asses out of my fucking house. I don't know why they like me. I'm a clean person. They mock me.
If anyone has a pesticide spell or somthing, please cast it for me. THe bug spray isn't killing them good enough, and it makes me reaaaaallly dizzy. I worry about my cat.
They all shall die. All of them. FOREVER! MUAHAHAAAAA DIE DIE DIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAHHHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!