infinitelykaty

It's fucking five in the fucking morning, how the fuck, why the fuck am I still awake?
Two cups of coffee the size of God's ass ingested in the last couple of hours? CHECK!
Earlier today I smacked myself in the forehead really hard. It hurt. I do that sometimes when I can't stop being a jackass. Occasionally I'll utter some obscenities aloud when I do it. I also, at least once a day, sing one of Jay's raps from Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back to myself.
I'm gonna finger fuck her tight little asshole, finger bang and teabag my balls! In her mouth! Where? Where? In her mouth! Balls-a-plenty in her mouth! Balls, balls, sweaty balls!
I know! I'm such a retard. When I find someone that doesn't think I'm psycho when I bust that phat rhyme, I think I'll get married.
Ow, my stomach.
Coffee sucks.
I really need to go to bed. We didn't do the gaming thing tonight. I was relieved eight hours ago when this was decided, because I thought I could get some sleep. HAH! I could have spent all of this time with Halo 2 and Rumble Roses. Disappointment.
I mostly miss the trash talk.
You masturbate to tele-evangelists, you rag-tag rin-tin-tin juicy feces sucking butterfuck. You reek of priest cum you diddled choir boy.

Tic-tac dick pebble-nut pre-mature cum-shitter.

You unholy limp-wristed banana-shoving flea-fucking horse's ass.

You fantasize about fucking Groucho Marx up the ass while deep-throating his cigar, you Hillary Rodham-Clinton-voting Menendez brother.

Go lick the inside of a cockatiel's ass.

Shove a broomstick up your ass and turn it sideways, you Vanilla Ice-worshipper.

Shove a cucumber up your ass, and brush your balls with Colgate you Mick Jagger humping fag.

Cock-biting teeth-dragging cold hateful fuckbeast. Head bobbing bitch of doom.

You ass-fucking Keanu Reeves-wannabe shit-spoon licking whore of death.
We totally rock at that.
I promised pics of me as the "S&M Barbie doll", as my friend Neil so dubbed me last night.
They're all silly though. These were taken around this time yesterday morning, on just as much sleep. I figured if I was going to be playing Halo 2 against a bunch of guys all night, I'd better dress like I meant the business of beating ass. My back-up plan of exuding massive amounts of sex-appeal to distract the other players with a hot pleather booty came in handy when I remembered that I don't have much practice with this type of game. Luckily, I learn pretty fast, even though I never read instruction booklets and instead employ the method I have since I was a wee one rocking the Zaxxon. Grab the controller and press every button you can and within a few seconds you'll figure out what the fuck they do.
Swords is the best game. Holy shit, was that fun. BAM RIGHT IN YOUR FACE NEIL! FUCK YOUR FACE! YOU HAVE BEEN ASSASSINATED!
I am way too hyper way too little sleep. I go sleep now.
Oh...pics.

This would scream "ROWR!", but that's kind of hard to do with your tongue sticking out.

This reminds me of that little story I told earlier about my spontaneous rapping. Lately I've actually been doing this in public. The dancing and the singing of the MAYA HAHA! MAYA HEEEE! MAYA HOHO! It's some Romanian thing my friend Stefy showed me. It has to be seen and heard to be believed.
I'm totally cute.

I GOT MY COOTER PIERCED! TEE!

I don't want to explain this. But I want to do that thing at the bottom there. Good night!