Okay, everyone can run. But I'm good at it, and it's easy for me. That's a gift. It's genetics, I guess. SkillZ. ;D
Devil child? could be worse, I guess.
Can NOT. I'm not getting up.
I'm sleeping in like 10 minutes.
I'm so fucking tired, Feebs, you have no idea.
I love you. Come on MSN? :D
Convincing enough?
But you've been wasting so much time that I'm about to get off.
I'm seriously about to fall asleep.
Can't serenade in your sleep.
Except, I did, once, according to Riley.
One morning, she was like "Why were you singing at three in the morning? I was going to ask you to stop, but I was too tired." and I was like...
o.o
Wtf?
Heynow, I'ma runner. I can eat whatever I want, and still stay skinny. It's a gift and a curse. The curse part being that if I were to need to be really fat, for some twisted reason, I'd also get really depressed because I wouldn't be able to run. Or something. I don't know, I'm making something up, it's really just a gift. x)
I'M A MAN. MEN NEED FOOD. LOTS OF FOOD. CONN WANT SAMMICH.
Because I'm there, and I miss you and you miss me.
Well, I dunno.
Maybe later, I'm really tired, though, and it's only 8:45.
I'm lame? Maybe so. But I'm just so fucking worn out, lately. x(
LOL, I have a few posts, they're pretty great topics, in my opinion.
My most recent one:
[b]I'm eating the candy [/b]that I’m supposed to be selling for a fundraiser. Shhhh. It’s really fucking good.
The end. :D Wasn't that WONDERFUL? But I am. All I have to do is turn in twenty bucks by the end of the week, and I get $10 credit, and ate $10 worth of candy. If I eat it all. I figure that if I actually sell ten pieces, then I'll break even. I'm not selling a fucking Twix if my life depends on it.
http://fortunaz.tumblr.com/
Nah, I was killing time anyway, don't worry about it.
What the fuck am I doing?
Telling you to log onto MSN. ;D
Now do it.
I'M A BlOGGER, NOW.
Kat showed me how to make a tumblr.
I have one follower! It's Kat. >> :D
Eh, 18 isn't the drinking age, but it's legal adulthood. But I'm emancipated, so in some aspects, I'm already a legal adult. It's limited shit, though. BUT I'MA BE EIGHTEEEEEEN. Best movie ever. It's an 80's movie, and Ferris Bueler is the fucking bomb. Yeah, did it last night. I just woke up, after four hours of sleep, my head is killing me. X( I want to die.
Eh, I'm torn. We'll see.
Riley's good. She's not my girlfriend, just for the record. Yeah, it's an awful reason to have a girlfriend. x)
I serenade all the time, x) It's one of my favourite things to do.
Haha, lame problems, yeah, haha. I told you so.
I love food.
Nah, no party. I think I'm just gonna chill, yeah? TJ and I may or may not get completely wasted and start re-enacting scenes from Ferris Buelers day off in the middle of the night. >> Ohwait. That was last year. ;D
Buy you a plane ticket? Umm... that's a lot of money. I'm still cheap, remember that, yes? Plus, what will your boyfriend do without you for a week? You two seem to be attached at the hip. But maybe. We'll see. Depends on what kind of present you get me. ;D
And no. I don't have to grow up once I turn 18, not facing any fears, x)
Girlfriend is just my girlfriend. You don't know of her, that I know if. I just met her a little while back. Eh, we're just together because we'd both rather be with someone else. x)
Eh, I dunno. Probably involving some kind of serenade I just gave,
or the fact that Sugarbear is a horrible glare-r.
Because. I've got pretty eyes?
Umm... TJ keeps on leaving his grammar book in the bathroom; I need rent money, because I blew it all getting my truck fixed; I think my girlfriend hates me more than I hate her, which is something incredibly difficult to imagine, and I still need to go to the laundromat.
Little problems. Oh, and my brother's depressed because he's having manfriend problems, but he cooks when he's depressed, so I'm well fed.
MY BIRFDAI IS SOOON, AND I'MA BE ABLE TO PAY RENT AND SHIT.
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
I'ma be fucking EIGHT FUCKING TEEN.
And you know what that means, yes?
Inheritance. Trust fund. Rich kid shit. I'm so psyched.
Haha, shucks. Lawl. SEE, YOU'VE GOT ME ALL WORKED UP, MCGREGOR, IN A GOOD MOOD, NOT COOL, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ALL MELLOW AND SHIT. :D :D :D
Yeah, I guess I know that.
I had a completely logical explanation half an hour ago, I swear.
You should. They're legit, like, fuhrreal.
I don't really have problems. I'll tell you my minor ones if you really wanna know, x)
Nah, I like being liked, just not THIS liked, by all this improper grammar.
It irritates me.
Nah, I think the only reason I got Denny to make me one had something very much to do with internet bowling and/or colours.
You never told me that I could play GAMES on that shit.
Eh, I guess you're right.