this really needed to be updated. but at the current moment. i cant really think of anything worthwhile to say so instead ill leave you with this story i wrote 
enjoy!
so Carlos appeared stunned.
he couldnt imagine that the creature from last night was a vampire
a sick fiend. and no, im not kidding.
she isnt pissed. and she DOESNT hate you.
about that time, Jeff just got out of work and met up with Brandon, Jesse, Clover (whos real name is Rozalind) and an overly shadowy mysterious kid who everyone simply called Vao.
no one really knew what he was writing. an essay? a report on acient Greece? a modern look into the lives of dirt bike racers? no one really knew. well no one but his pet hamster which he talked to every night.
The feeling that you get when someone is sitting there, sitting there RIGHT beside you, reading everything you type. its something else. something else man. you ever pull the trigger of a 9mm? i didnt think so. but i have.
Could it be made of plastic? the technican asked. yes replied the cartoonist. its been done before. i met a man who brandished a large one actually. the technician left at that moment. without another word he left. he couldnt imagine how it could have already been done. and a large one? ugh, how could it be he said out loud with a loud shout that was folowed by a few dog barks. about that time the technician darted out of the alley way, followed by the two dogs that made those said barks.
Lets name her courtney. nooo, its 2:09.
The flag went up without any alarm. the soldiers scrambled for their rifles. what? how it this possible? their here already? i hope they hadent got the mail carrier. i just cant imagine my family not knowing what happened these last few days. shit. i cant believe this is happening. they should be reaching the gates soon. i have just enough time now to eat what ever is left here and then get ready. ive been put on gate duty. ill be taking shots as they approch. its dangerous, but i know its gonna really been shit down there on the front lines. i'd hate to be the guys down there waiting to greet the enemy face on. i hear they're ugly. ugly enough to make some men puke on sight. fuck, i think they're already here. fuck, i havent eaten yet. oh shit, oh shit. they're definitly here. inside?!?!?! INSIDE?!?! ALREADY!?!?!?
The sheeps followed in a nice row. eating the grass as the children played in the feild. Aunt May rang the dinner bell just as Thomas finished loading the truck for tomarrows trip back into town.
why are they sleeping? there's no point. its already mid-day and they've got work later. a nap isnt going to help anything. better off just staying up and listening to NIN. i got that new candy bar, the one with more caramel. its pretty good actually.
oh it was so sexy when it all went down. the two girls complained that the bottom of their jeans were wet beause of the rain. me and Jim grinned and offered them out dryer. they began taking their jeans off. i knew then. i knew we'd score. these chicks were sluts and they wanted it. I placed my hand on Kathleans hip once her jeans were fully off. i poppd wood so feirce i swear it could stake count dracula himself. Brandy wasnt feeling it though, she smacked me in the for head with the chain that was attached to her wallet. About that time Phil went apeshit. He started beating on both of them. i just kinda fell back and held my head. there was blood, but it wasnt going to leave a scar. before i knew it, Phil had already beaten the two gourgeous asian girls into what resembled a fine china cabinet that had been destroyed by 2 Rhinos and a Mariachi band. that wasnt gonna stop us though. we were way to hard, and way to horny. after that, well thats history. lets just say, im not nameing her Courtney.
enjoy!
so Carlos appeared stunned.
he couldnt imagine that the creature from last night was a vampire
a sick fiend. and no, im not kidding.
she isnt pissed. and she DOESNT hate you.
about that time, Jeff just got out of work and met up with Brandon, Jesse, Clover (whos real name is Rozalind) and an overly shadowy mysterious kid who everyone simply called Vao.
no one really knew what he was writing. an essay? a report on acient Greece? a modern look into the lives of dirt bike racers? no one really knew. well no one but his pet hamster which he talked to every night.
The feeling that you get when someone is sitting there, sitting there RIGHT beside you, reading everything you type. its something else. something else man. you ever pull the trigger of a 9mm? i didnt think so. but i have.
Could it be made of plastic? the technican asked. yes replied the cartoonist. its been done before. i met a man who brandished a large one actually. the technician left at that moment. without another word he left. he couldnt imagine how it could have already been done. and a large one? ugh, how could it be he said out loud with a loud shout that was folowed by a few dog barks. about that time the technician darted out of the alley way, followed by the two dogs that made those said barks.
Lets name her courtney. nooo, its 2:09.
The flag went up without any alarm. the soldiers scrambled for their rifles. what? how it this possible? their here already? i hope they hadent got the mail carrier. i just cant imagine my family not knowing what happened these last few days. shit. i cant believe this is happening. they should be reaching the gates soon. i have just enough time now to eat what ever is left here and then get ready. ive been put on gate duty. ill be taking shots as they approch. its dangerous, but i know its gonna really been shit down there on the front lines. i'd hate to be the guys down there waiting to greet the enemy face on. i hear they're ugly. ugly enough to make some men puke on sight. fuck, i think they're already here. fuck, i havent eaten yet. oh shit, oh shit. they're definitly here. inside?!?!?! INSIDE?!?! ALREADY!?!?!?
The sheeps followed in a nice row. eating the grass as the children played in the feild. Aunt May rang the dinner bell just as Thomas finished loading the truck for tomarrows trip back into town.
why are they sleeping? there's no point. its already mid-day and they've got work later. a nap isnt going to help anything. better off just staying up and listening to NIN. i got that new candy bar, the one with more caramel. its pretty good actually.
oh it was so sexy when it all went down. the two girls complained that the bottom of their jeans were wet beause of the rain. me and Jim grinned and offered them out dryer. they began taking their jeans off. i knew then. i knew we'd score. these chicks were sluts and they wanted it. I placed my hand on Kathleans hip once her jeans were fully off. i poppd wood so feirce i swear it could stake count dracula himself. Brandy wasnt feeling it though, she smacked me in the for head with the chain that was attached to her wallet. About that time Phil went apeshit. He started beating on both of them. i just kinda fell back and held my head. there was blood, but it wasnt going to leave a scar. before i knew it, Phil had already beaten the two gourgeous asian girls into what resembled a fine china cabinet that had been destroyed by 2 Rhinos and a Mariachi band. that wasnt gonna stop us though. we were way to hard, and way to horny. after that, well thats history. lets just say, im not nameing her Courtney.
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ps- aww, not only was the comment you left in my journal super flattering, but it was written exactly the way i write. and then i was all "pirate heads are cool