| The Slut Am I... (oh baby come over here....mmm....) |
[14 Nov 2003|08:04pm] |
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Train - My Private Nation |
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[DISCLAIMER: this entry is filled with sarcasm. more than usual. if you are not one to tell the difference between sarcasm and normal speech, please know that i'm not a slut, homosexual, or whatever.....mki i think that's about it. read on then.]
so, revenge has been stolen from me: someone raided my blunt truth survey. someone who apparently thinks i'm a perfect 10 slut. hey, if i ever run low on money i know what profession to take at least (yeah, you know you want me). also, i've noticed some people think i'm homo. uhhh, yeah. right. anyone who says i am can also try explaining off why i flirt so much. i'd really like to hear that one.
as for the kicking of miss kitty's ass, i have but one thing to say: you can't kick it if you can't catch me.
and now for the weather forcast: cloudy....rain...rain....sprinkling....rain....CRAP!!!!!! it's gonna rain on mah Renny Fest!!!!! i think someone up there is dileberately trying to piss me off *shakes fist at sky* oh well. kitty-cicle or nay, i go to the Festival tommarow! and with two devoted followers! ^^! (who shall remain nameless, lest jealousy rear it's ugly head.)
but i keep my complaints in reserve until tommarow. for now, i must go water the fishys. buh bai.
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