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18 years ago
Hmm. I'm commissioning people, and I owe a few bills. In all...I'm spending $319 this paycheck.
I'm addicted. To spending. MONEY.
This, plus my recent pic turn me into UTTER PHAIL material.
I mean, so much so that some guy will look back on this as he's about to make some horrible dreadful mistake and name his second son Edgar. But then he remembers, "Oh, there was that crazy furfag online, like a million years ago, she failed so hard! Oh no! I already have a son named Edgar! Lets name this one Chuck Norris! That sounds familiar...but its made of more win! And this one won't turn out gay!" the little five year old next to him looks up in horror, "Sorry son, just because your named Edgar, it means you'll be gay. I can just feel it in my toenails." So little Edgar sits in a corner and cries while the doctors pry his little brother Chuck Norris from his mommas bloody torn up pussy, and then two days later mom, dad, and little baby go home. Little Edgar is still crying in his corner, all forgotten and lonely.
THE END.
Oh, and does anyone know a GOOD scanner brand or what have you. The one I have now is made of more fail than this journal and my brain! Price doesn't matter, I can always save up some. Hahah, I wonder if anyone is even reading this part of the journal?
I'm addicted. To spending. MONEY.
This, plus my recent pic turn me into UTTER PHAIL material.
I mean, so much so that some guy will look back on this as he's about to make some horrible dreadful mistake and name his second son Edgar. But then he remembers, "Oh, there was that crazy furfag online, like a million years ago, she failed so hard! Oh no! I already have a son named Edgar! Lets name this one Chuck Norris! That sounds familiar...but its made of more win! And this one won't turn out gay!" the little five year old next to him looks up in horror, "Sorry son, just because your named Edgar, it means you'll be gay. I can just feel it in my toenails." So little Edgar sits in a corner and cries while the doctors pry his little brother Chuck Norris from his mommas bloody torn up pussy, and then two days later mom, dad, and little baby go home. Little Edgar is still crying in his corner, all forgotten and lonely.
THE END.
Oh, and does anyone know a GOOD scanner brand or what have you. The one I have now is made of more fail than this journal and my brain! Price doesn't matter, I can always save up some. Hahah, I wonder if anyone is even reading this part of the journal?
I mean, it works, but it rapes my pics. I have to mess with its connections all the time, the printer quality is shitty. And yea.
Thanks for the input!
Hey, can you e-mail me that link to the site with your refs...I deleted the folder I had them saved in, and can't remember where the link was. I'm a loser...