I'm feelin a bit zen, maties. Nuffin' to do. No e-mails. No IMs. New CD. Juno fuck yes. Oh yeah, and I broke it to my mom that I don't beleive in God. And I HATE ANIME.

So yes, Juno CD. Love it. Loose Lips and Vampire are the most kick-ass songs ever. I shall put them on my player of the MPTres for my blonde friend who HASN'T HEARD OF THE MOVIE YET. Jeez, Banana. You turrible nucklehead.

I saw that movie Penelope today. The chick with the pig face, y'know? Don't watch it. It's two hours of eye raping, but with PG-13 material. D:

Oh yeah, and that last thing. Sorry, no Christian here. No athiest either. So book it. I beleive in reincarnation, and apparently that's a backstab to the church. Who cares? Christianity is a batshit crazy religion. Hinduism has elephants, so there.

Naruto is gay. Sorry weeaboos, it is. He's a walking fucking traffic cone. And that emo kid Sasuke isn't hot, ya Japtards. He's a fictional character with no nose. That's weird, along with all anime. Japan is not full of 16 year old girls with basketball-sized breasts and pink hair falling all over shy thirteen year old boys with gigantic penises. Get over it and throw that damn pocky shit away.

Gweeee! Journal!

So yes, its about 10:49 and I have no plans to go to sleep. I have church but whatever. I don't haaave to shower. The pastor can stand my funk for one funkin' hour.

So today I moved some tables with Mr.Porcupine Garrett. Then we had a plastic spoon fight. I pwned. BURNING FINGERRRR~! Hell yeah!

I NEEDZ ME A TABLET.

At least a Bamboo Fun small. I'd sacrifice my ghey junky ghetto-ass mp3 player for it. Scanning shit is made of fail. D: My mom needs to write up her resume so she can get her middle-aged booty to work. Then we'll have Kate's college saved up, my truck, and more importantly: MY FOOKIN' BAMBOO FUN. It would blow to some extent. I'm used to having my mom at home when I get of teh short bus. And she'd be working hella long hours. D:

I'm a selfish pickled eucalyptus branch. You gives me Bamboo Fun, yes? Stereo is tree fiddy? You want watch? Want look gangster?... No, you no look gangster. [/old asian man in dc impression]

Hurr hurr @ ma lazy midnight typing.

It's dark as old mayonaise outside... Which is real bad, cause it's 11:54 at the moment of my looking approximately at teh toolbar of my stupid monitor screeeen. And old mayo is uasually a weird yellow color with some gnarly grease atop its funky grunge. Maybe if it was left without a lid... Next to pork tenderloin and chicken stew...

My head hurts but I don't feel like sleep. I've been up talking about the gayness of Grizzly Man, dA [derrr], and how talented I am at drawing dudes that look like smecksy bitches eating zucchini and shrimp. Gee. I made a purdy nice animation of my fursona suddenly growing wings... and a smecksy little sketch of Kao sharing my insomnia [looks like he's a ferdy yeer oold vuuurgeeen!] IT'S TOTALLY CEREALLY THE SMECKS, GUYS. I'M TOTALLY CEREAL ON THIS. Cereally.

My head hurts less. But my back itches like a BEEEEETCH. I don't flipping know why. It's just itchy and burny for no reason. Gahhh, my fookin' ghey too-small Abercrombie&Fitch shirt with all its freaky sewing and shit. Don't get me wrong. I fookin' love Abercrombie. But only some of their shirts. The ones on the clearance shelves. I got a perdy hawt t-shirt with a mooooose on eeeeet fook yeaaaaah for 12 fookin' bucks. Oh yahhh. Whadda now Wal-Mart?

GEEEEEE.

I'm bored now. What time is it? 12:14. JEEZ, I'M A FOOKIN SLOW TYPER.

[From an e-mail tag session with my Ross Barnes]
[WARNING: Penor jokes, dianetics, lead, asbestos, home transexual surgeries, and small parts that may be ingested by crazy bitches. Is totally unedited.]

I was arguing with Ross over his douchey hair and he started calling me out because I don't want to know where he lives so I can listen to him yelling "HEEEEY! I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAAAAHHH~!" while he tries to grab my boobies. So I said the following. Best burn in all of 2008. Hellz yeah.

Ross: Watch a video of Shadows Fall, All That Remains, Avenged Sevenfold, Guns n' Roses, Twisted Sister, or Europe all of their guitarists have long hair that they wear back.

Moi: Does not work on you. At all. You own a guitar, but it doesn't mean you're a rock star.

Ross: First of all you've never heard me play.

[Tom Cruise: DIANETICS!]

Moi: [Shut up Tom! Will Smith's German Shepherd is prettier than you!] And? It's nothing special. Lots of people play. And by your journal you sound like you'd fuck it if you wouldn't cut your pecker on the strings.

He hasn't e-mailed me in about a half hour. I think he went to go flog his pants clown. Y'know. His teeny meat sword. Make use of his left hand. Anger the Hamburgler. Pet his garder snake... Muhammed forbid he try to prove me wrong about the guitar fucking.

Actually, that would be nice. America's first auto-transexual surgery.

Just wait til tomorrow, he'll be in the hospital for chopping off his own penor because I'm such a bitch.

Goodbye Ross, hello Rosie... Or Prosthetic Penis Lad... xD

I know I'm a dumbfuck.

So I got bored and started toying with my ex boyfriend's emotions...

Y'know what? I'll just give his real name. Ross. Just like off Friends, but greasier and blonder... and pimplier... and hung like a mouse [or moose. i don't know, you find out].

So this is what I do. I get bored and e-mail one of my random hoes [yes, i'm a female pimp] then just start messing with them. Like lately I've been waiting for Ross to cave and ask for the original picture of this, this, and this: [link] [link] [link]

He did. I lol'd. I asked him where he's got his sock.

But what else would you expect with a conscience so small? [copyright sum fotayy-uno]

I love messing with people's heads. Especially my horny ex. I'm crazy. And mean. It's how I get my kicks.