I JUST CRACKED THE SCREEN OF MY GIANT TELEVISIONMY MOTHER LOVES THAT TELEVISION MORE THAN SHE LOVES MESHE'S PROUD OF THAT TELEVISIONTHE TELEVISION IS THE GOLDEN CHILD OF THE FAMILY AND I JUST PUT A GODDAMNED CRACK IN IT. IT'S LIKE FIVE INCHES LONG. (THE CRACK, NOT MY IMAGINARY PENIS.)I DON'T WANT TO DIEsdglkASJGLKEJRLKNYHQLEKMRYHWHEN MY MOTHER GETS HOME SHE'S GOING TO PUT A FIVE INCH CRACK IN ME...

I'm making this blog first of off, to check to see if I got the layout I made to work correctly, and to express the fact THAT FACEBOOK REMINDS ME OF HOW BLEAK MY LOVE LIFE IS OHMYGOD.Anyway, I know no one will read this because I haven't posted anything important on mibba for a thousand years but hey, I need to express some stuff that I don't feel like whining about on Tumblr, and I can't say it...

I don't have any children, so I lied.THIS IS A STORY READ IT YESGood lord, I am tired as f*ck. It feels like I've been awake for a hundred and seventy-nine years. When really I've only been up for like... sixteen hours. Or something. I dunno, math isn't my strong point.Also, me and my friends were playing truth or dare but not in the fun way, but in the depressing way because we were all forced to...

I'll be sitting there, a wrinkled old woman and my grandchildren will be looking up at me. Their faces will be full of potential and I'll be in a rocking chair. "Tell us a story, Grandmama," they'll say. And of course I will and that story will be:"When I was just a young lass, only seventeen, mibBA F*CKING CRASHED AND I JUST. I CAN'T EVEN AKLGklgSKLGM."and then they'll cry and won't be allowed to...

This is my life. THIS is my life.THAT IS MY LIFE, PEOPLE. BEING DENIED SWEET TREATS BECAUSE MY MUM WANTS ME TO KILL MYSELF. OR MOVE OUT. I'M NOT DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL YET, MUMMY, I'M NOT MOVING OUT.BLOODY F*CKING HELL.NOW I HAVE A TICKLE IN MY THROAT AND HAVE TO COUGH. CAN THIS SUNDAY GET ANY WORSE?*queue rain storm*I just want something sweet. There's nothing chocolatey in my house but Milo. And...

So, mibbians, I'm at school and I have a proposition pour you.I want to have a comment swap. For Airborne. My zombie apocalypse story. The rules are, you comment first, a decent comment that isn't just one word. I will comment on your story with a comment of equal value. Anyway.Get to it. Unless you're all at school. Then there's no point of this journal at all. Which would suck. K BYE.I lied, I...

THIS IS A COMMENT SWAP JOURNAL. I know you're woefully unprepared, seeing as the title of the journal had nothing to do with comment swaps. But once you recover, please proceed to read this journal and do as it says. B*tchez.Sapiunt.I want you to go and comment on it. Read the story, it's only one chapter so far, it'll only take a few minutes from your lives. You were probably already wasting your...

Caution: This journal is boring as hell and will probably make you cry blood.So naturally I'm on Mibba and Tumblr.I'm such a procrastinator. I wish they had a rehab for procrastination. Where they have hot tubs. And free manicures. And video games. And the internet.Anywaaaay.I have to do a f*cking 5-6 page report on the year 1933. Which was lame *ss year. It's decently interesting because that's...

Read the title of this journal. Read it nice and slow.If you aren't prepared to deal with my babbling, leave. Just go. I don't want you anymore. Go! I hate you, is that what you need to hear? Fine. I hate you! And my dog does too.lololol, just kidding, stay I like it when people comment on my journals.My friend has called my four times and I've missed every call oooops. I just hate talking on the...

I find it funny that everyone single on Valentines Day is like, "LOL, I'M SAD AND ALONE AND VALENTINES DAY WAS CREATED BY THE MAN."But if they had a valentine they'd be like, "BEST. DAY. EVARRR."See for me, I love Forever Alone Day no matter what. Contrary to the fact that I'm referring to it as Forever Alone Day. Because one day some fantastic guy is gonna give a sh*t about me and buy me over...

Alright, so i discovered this beautiful tumblr and just. ohmygosh. I can't even. I don't know why I lol'd so much. If you asked me why I laughed, I wouldn't be able to answer. Because I'd probably just start laughing again.So it's a tumblr dedicated to Sims glitches. and they're great.Anywhooo, here are some of my favorites.A glitch from trying to make a sim grow up using a cheat.I think the...

I do. I really do. They can do such horrible things that make me want to move to mars. Or Alaska.So this guy in my state was a suspect for murdering his wife. She disappeared a few months ago on the same night the guy took his two little boys out into the desert during freezing temperatures at like midnight or one. Which is pretty sus.Anyway so this happened like I said months ago. I don't...

I just. I can't...I feel so emotionally challenged.One second I'm like, LIFE'S BEAUTIFUL. PONIES.And the next I'm like, Well, I should probably just end it now. *proceeds to kill self*GUH. And the fact that the subscribers to my story are fluctuating ridiculously. Earlier today I lost a subscriber and I was like, it's cool, life happens. Then I gained one back, so that was also cool.Then a lost...

WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS A HANDWRITING USERNAME THING? WHAAAAT?I know, it's beautiful. Ssh, calm down, you don't have to tell me. I know. I get it. It's the best thing you've ever seen. My cursive is just to die for. Even though you can barely tell there's an 'R' in Letters. Ssh, the imperfection makes it better.Anywhoooo, I was bored and there was an ink and quill sitting beside me. So I was like,...

It makes me want to murder them. It's like, pfft, actually, no. You don't know my life, you don't know where I was before I moved to your land, and don't pretend you know what an Australian accent sounds like.srnglkesahglkemhRandom angst from ninth grade and up.I lived in Australia for twelve f*cking years and I've been in America for four and a half. I am Australian. Those who choose to deny...

"your symptoms worsening ten fold, you intestine becoming a snake and slithering up your throat, death, your spouse, lover, partner becoming a family member (involuntary incest) or DEATH."Side effect things for medication are ridiculous. Fo' real. It's just like..... Why? I know the public has to be warned of what they're consuming, but usually the side effects will be over nine thousand times...

By that I mean I'm sick of these ugly paragraphs. Why can't it be fixed? How did it even get unfixed? I just miss how things used to be. /cryzzI'm gonna put spaces and pretend the paragraphs won't be queer. WHY CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL PARAGRAPHS? WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA?I know you're all very sick of hearing people complain about this problem. Unless I'm the only one who's still upset. Anyway,...

What the BALLS is going on with the journal paragraphs? I'm sure this has already been addressed, but I haven't been on Mibba in the past few days. But seriously. What in the hell is this sh*t? What? What? I don't like it. DAMN I JUST REALIZED I CAN'T CHANGE THE COLOR OF THE FONT. THAT MEANS I HAVE TO ACTUALLY WRITE A MEANINGFUL HUNDRED WORDS. I WAS JUST GONNA WRITE OUT GIBBERISH AND MAKE IT WHITE...

This is not a journal that needs to be read, i just wanted to write down my entertaining dream before I forgot it and I type faster then i write.So last night I got home, got in bed and texted my friend for a little while. And then I fell asleep while waiting for a text and started dreaming and then my phone vibrated but in my dream I made the noise with my mouth and said to the guy I'd been...

So I was just sitting at my computer, like usual, and admiring pictures on tumblr. When I saw a picture of a girl with the prettiest light pink hair. And I wanted it.So i scalped her and wore her unattached, bloody hair on my head.Unfortunately, while I am still at home, I will never have crazy colorful hair. Bummer.But there was some other horrible figure looming over my hair...