GRR...
There's this fucking girl who STOLE my appearance!! Her hair is light brown/orangish and her eyes are bown and her name is Saki Mini-somthing... SHE STOLE MY APPEARANCE THAT FUCKING BIIIITCH!!!
It makes my blood boil...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Bad news
Oh boy! my 2nd post... lets see, what do we have? oh ryt. Bad news.
there was this storm and, ulk, the flood was gross... it was a mixture of rain, pee, rats, cockroaches and spit. And I cannot believe Lee would describe it as soup.
Soup?
aw c'mn! how am supposed to eat soup now!? i shall never look at it the same way. EVER.
ciao. Paris.
there was this storm and, ulk, the flood was gross... it was a mixture of rain, pee, rats, cockroaches and spit. And I cannot believe Lee would describe it as soup.
Soup?
aw c'mn! how am supposed to eat soup now!? i shall never look at it the same way. EVER.
ciao. Paris.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I'm new?
Heyy....
I'm Paris Hamilton. Take it easy on me, I'm NEW. I've no idea what I should write... I just figured, why not have one since everybody else have it? Wooow... I'm like, only going with the flow. That's lame. I should be unique. So... Here I am.... Being... Unique.
I give up. Being unique is hard as hell. I'd rather go with the flow; it is SO much easier. Wow. Did I like, just USE a semicolon? Huh. I'm not half as bad with this sophistcated look after all. I mean, I was having second thoughts about it and... I'm rambling aren't I?
Anyway, here's me. I'm an Oak tree. Yeah, I know. Strange. How the fuck am I typing? With twigs?! Now, if you're one of the guilty ones who just thought that I am typing with twigs, then your ear deserves to be pinched. Or something. BECAUSE, like, get real. I belong to the 2626th century. Ofcourse TREES have evolved to like, something that can walk and talk and... think. Since I know most of you homo sapiens think that plants can't think.
Homo sapiens are nothing but apes anyway.
This entry is getting too long.
Ciao. Paris.
I'm Paris Hamilton. Take it easy on me, I'm NEW. I've no idea what I should write... I just figured, why not have one since everybody else have it? Wooow... I'm like, only going with the flow. That's lame. I should be unique. So... Here I am.... Being... Unique.
I give up. Being unique is hard as hell. I'd rather go with the flow; it is SO much easier. Wow. Did I like, just USE a semicolon? Huh. I'm not half as bad with this sophistcated look after all. I mean, I was having second thoughts about it and... I'm rambling aren't I?
Anyway, here's me. I'm an Oak tree. Yeah, I know. Strange. How the fuck am I typing? With twigs?! Now, if you're one of the guilty ones who just thought that I am typing with twigs, then your ear deserves to be pinched. Or something. BECAUSE, like, get real. I belong to the 2626th century. Ofcourse TREES have evolved to like, something that can walk and talk and... think. Since I know most of you homo sapiens think that plants can't think.
Homo sapiens are nothing but apes anyway.
This entry is getting too long.
Ciao. Paris.