lilmissmorbid

So this is another random journal entry of just crap in my head.

First,
I am deleteing a few names off my friends list. These are people with whom have enjoyed a one sided friendship with me and no longer reply to my postings in thier journal. These few dont seem to give a shit so why should I. If you were on here and are not now, perhaps you should lookup what the word friend means and try using it in your everyday life. I know people with far more friends and have much busier lives then you that find time to drop by and just ask how I'm doing or say hello so I dont wanna hear any excuses. I have no time for bullshit in my life, much less online. With that said they prolly wont even notice they are missing so go figure. Mommas cleaning house!

Second,
4 days, 15 hours, 27 minutes, until the Olsen Twins 18th Birthday! My friends and I are going to throw ourselves a birthday party for the Olsen girls on
Friday at Ash's house. Its just a small get together of my friends who appreciate the oddness of my obsession with these soon to be porn stars. Our drink for the night will be double shots of Virgin suicides, watching "Getting There" (starring who else??), playing strip Twin Twister (we printed off copies of the girls with yellow, green, blue, purple, and red
hair) All the food is going to be served in doubles. Ash even went so far as to get us a huge poster of them to write/draw lude comments on if we so desire. Yes I am obsessed what can I say. But mark my words they will be doing porn. And I will be buying it.

Third,
I just wanted to say again and it shames me I even need too but you wouldnt believe the emails I got over my last journal entry. I am not a heroin addict
nor have I ever been. I posted "Mr Brownstone" not knowing the full meaning behind the words of the song.
Stupid? Perhaps but people lighten up. I never knew the song was about heroin I just thought it was about drinking. Damn me and my ignorance for that. I appreciate the concern but for real I have never nor will I ever be a heroin addict.
Fourth,
I love to masturbate (You didnt think I'd actually have a nonsexual journal entry 2 days in a row did you) My new obsession (bodybag) and I had a wonderful experience last night. I wont get into detail too much but my obsession's zipper has left me with a thousand little cuts on my inner thighs. I am sure if you took DNA samples off the zipper you'd fine bits of my skin ntermingled between the cold metal teeth. MmmmMMmmmMMMmm I love pleasure sliced with pain.

Fifth,
My 5 month old is doing really well. Hes laughing and recouperating nicely after his surgery. Thank you to everyone who offered support, care, and concern over
him these last couple of weeks. The tubing has been removed from his chest. The cuts are healing up and
hes gonna have a hell of scar to boast over when hes older. But again thank you.

Now people go out and grab someones ass.