Random journal for yah stalkers

Hello :D

Well just to let you know I wont be posting a story until it it completed, typed up, and divided into chapters. The reason is because that way I will be able to update weekly, or whenever i want too.

I will post a journal every now and then to let you guys know I'm alive.

So I already know Mibba won't let me post this until I have 100 words so I'm going to post random lyrics from a song I'm listening to at the moment (expect this in all my journals :3)

"Pumped Up Kicks" - Foster The People

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun.
In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

[Chorus x2:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]

[Chorus x3:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Lyrics from; http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fosterthepeople/pumpedupkicks.html

I'll post soon <3
XOXO~L