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I just wrapped tape around his feet, he's so hilarious

I gave Carlos a fohawk (fauxhawk?) when I was bathing, it was downright adorable.

I'm listening to music whenever I post here

Whenever I listen to "Your Love is My Drug", I hear the line "what you've got boy, is hard to find" and automatically think "what you've got boy is HARD"

He is going to be neutered when my mom gets around to making his appointment. He's under a year old, babies should not be at sexual maturity!

MY CAT IS HORNY. Srsly. He has been walking around the house all day meowing, standing by doors, following people to doors, but he's not going out. I refuse to let him, who knows when he'll come back.

Herpaderpium, I'm gonna go ask my mom the pharmacy technician about that one. For the longest time, whenever I thought of the song "Rebirthing" I thought of afterbirth. Gross.

ADD A NEW DRUG!

You're right, it was, now it's on my bed and shortly it'll be in my hand

I need to find my black inky pen! ...is ... it by my bed?

OBnoxious. I last played RS in January or something, I then wanted to raise stupid dungeoneering (I R always F2P Pride socnsonaliiwosnwihdbwoqy) and gave my pass to jimmyw300 who just scammed guys on my acct

"she's got her hands on a bottle, but she's drinking from a can" LOLOLOL

MUST BAKE SOMETHING HEART SHAPED THIS WEEK.

Yeah they have beautiful skin. Okay, time to kill the Dougie

No. Because this.

Excuse me a minute. My penis requires my attention Not rlly, but DEM RUSSIAN WIMMIN. Just to think my brother sleeps with one. And meets many others, although not Russian, in the elevatos of his workplace. I am so god damn jelly. You guys are referring to the one with dark reddish brown hair, no?

One day a month or two ago, I was pacing in my house and decided to do pushups, sit-ups, and leg lifts, and I created a pacing pattern that required me to go up and down the stairs. Did that for two days, then third day I just did push ups and sit ups, then I stopped because my core, which consists of marshmallows and Jell-O (thanks mom) was sore. Along with basically every muscle (or lack thereof) in my body. [/story]

Yep just replied to a text from friend and called her a doofus

No joke, I was gonna mention how I need to start doing that fitness stuff, I thought of it while I was absent.

If this ends up being a double post, y'all be slackin'. I need to go get naked and wet, I'll be back when I feel cleansed.

I'm complicated, females tend to be that way. Right? Or am I the only one? Because all the males here seem to attack you for your standards for men, but they're ignoring that they're probably fueled by some deep insecurities. (or boredom or attention hunger)

One of my favorite pages I became a fan of on Facebook (back when it was becoming a fan and they didn't use your activities to promote so much) was "I'd hit that... with my car."

Nuhh I lied, I didn't. But I was having great thoughts one day when I was going insane. I have good memory. I was on the edge of the cliff of Sanity. I'm afraid of heights, but I wasn't at that moment. I looked over the edge and my heartbeat didn't even accelerate. I turned around, looked at the mountain behind me, saw those at the top. All so sane, yet all so lost in a forest of realism and solid beliefs. I turned back, stepped onto the edge, and took a leap of faith. Off I went, flying through the air, seeing how far I'd fall and how quickly I'd land. I laughed and smiled, feeling the insanity in the air. After falling for an indeterminate length of time, I spun in the air to see if I could still see that peak, up touching the clouds. I saw it, and recalled the thin air, shaking my head and defeating the thoughts I'd had supporting my return to Sanity. But Insanity is a long fall, and I wanted my old things back, so I flew back up. Because I was insane and thought I could fly. I made it, but I know now there's always the option to jump feet first. [/random]

How did I see a comment on sanity coming. Yep I've definitely joined your ranks here. And my sanity? I think I once wrote a poem about losing it, let me see if I have it.

Should I fear for my life?