You're gonna hear me ROARGood morning everyone,More Like This
How are you all on this fine Wednesday? .w.
What's on the schedule today is Endurance & Faith.
My goals this week include:
[ ] Participation
[x] Running Track
[ ] Keep Track of assignments
I've already checked off track because I do that everyday, five laps, every lunch, for 35 minutes a day.
Have a wonderful day, (it's almost Friday),
Hang in there. C:
so skypethis is how i talk with friends on skypeMore Like This
[10:54:35 PM] ~nn: //walks away strummin G//
[10:54:42 PM] Turtlelulah: //tackles
[10:54:47 PM] Turtlelulah: STAY HERRRREEEE
[10:54:47 PM] ~nn: NO I MUST UKE
[10:56:31 PM] Turtlelulah: //sits on Molly's lap while she "ukes"
[10:56:42 PM] ~nn: HOW DO I UKE THAT IS WHERE THE FUCKIN UKE GOES
[10:56:44 PM] ~nn: WTF HOW DO
[10:56:46 PM] ~nn: WHAT
[10:56:47 PM] ~nn: GET OFF
[10:56:49 PM] ~nn: I CANT UKE GET OFF
[10:56:51 PM] Turtlelulah: on your head
[10:56:55 PM] ~nn: okay
**WARNING. RANTING AHEAD.**I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF THOSE GODDAMN FAKE FANS. THEY CLAIM THAT THEY LOVE WHATEVER AND THEY DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT IT. THEY FAVORITE ART, THEY DRAW IT, THEY BRAG ABOUT IT, BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT, THEY DON'T KNOW JACK. I'D LIKE TO SEE ALL OF THOSE FAKE FANS BOAST ABOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE. GO AHEAD. YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE. IF YOU KNOW YOU'RE A TRUE FAN OF WHATEVER, POST YOUR GODDAMN KNOWLEDGE.More Like This
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki