Wow, one week of not updating and I have 150 comments.
I'd probably feel better about this if I didn't know that most of those were from FreakPirate commentbombing me...
...So nothing new with me.
Saw the Taste of Chaos tour in London.
I have bruised ribs to prove it.
My date and I had nosebleed seats so we decided to rush the stage and got onto the floor, and I moved my way up to the front until I was three people from the front. It was so exciting! I got to see Gerard Way and Bert McCrackin kiss. God, I was in Heaven, those boys are so beauitful.
I want to marry Gerard one day.
I also got kicked in the head a bunch of times. God, I hate stage divers.
I felt really awkward at the concert because I think I was one of the very few people there that had hit puberty.
I have my Grandmother's sewing maching back now, and I'm going to make shirts that say "I fucked a Suicidegirl" and "I love Lucy". The first five people to email me get a shirt made by moi sent to them, when I get my lazy butt around to making them.
I finally cleaned my room. It was really bad. I have a blue cement floor, I didn't know that until now...
...I was trying to get it as messy as I possibly could (no reason...just on the general principle of the idea, I suppose), but I got tired of breaking things inadvertently when I stepped on them and the entire wroom was starting to smell like feet...
...I'm very happy with myself, it's all cleaned now and there were no dead bodies or anything!
...Though I swear Jimmy Hoffa is buried in the Blair Witch hole by the head of my bed. (For those of you that don't know, I am the resident basement troll at my place. I have the creepiest room and I have to share it with the washeer and dryer. On the upside, though, it's the biggest room in the house and I have my own sink!!)
Oh, and for no other reason than I felt like it, here is a picture of me and my Wifey, the lovely
Hexe:
I look like I'm stoned off of my ass/as born with an extra chromosome.
For the record, I was niether.
Oh, and here is where I OWNED FreakPirate:
I'd probably feel better about this if I didn't know that most of those were from FreakPirate commentbombing me...
...So nothing new with me.
Saw the Taste of Chaos tour in London.
I have bruised ribs to prove it.
My date and I had nosebleed seats so we decided to rush the stage and got onto the floor, and I moved my way up to the front until I was three people from the front. It was so exciting! I got to see Gerard Way and Bert McCrackin kiss. God, I was in Heaven, those boys are so beauitful.
I want to marry Gerard one day.
I also got kicked in the head a bunch of times. God, I hate stage divers.
I felt really awkward at the concert because I think I was one of the very few people there that had hit puberty.
I have my Grandmother's sewing maching back now, and I'm going to make shirts that say "I fucked a Suicidegirl" and "I love Lucy". The first five people to email me get a shirt made by moi sent to them, when I get my lazy butt around to making them.
I finally cleaned my room. It was really bad. I have a blue cement floor, I didn't know that until now...
...I was trying to get it as messy as I possibly could (no reason...just on the general principle of the idea, I suppose), but I got tired of breaking things inadvertently when I stepped on them and the entire wroom was starting to smell like feet...
...I'm very happy with myself, it's all cleaned now and there were no dead bodies or anything!
...Though I swear Jimmy Hoffa is buried in the Blair Witch hole by the head of my bed. (For those of you that don't know, I am the resident basement troll at my place. I have the creepiest room and I have to share it with the washeer and dryer. On the upside, though, it's the biggest room in the house and I have my own sink!!)
Oh, and for no other reason than I felt like it, here is a picture of me and my Wifey, the lovely
Hexe:
I look like I'm stoned off of my ass/as born with an extra chromosome.
For the record, I was niether.
Oh, and here is where I OWNED FreakPirate: