So my boyfriend and I were playing Candyland tonight and I realized something. This is a horrible game! This is probably what each of the contestants of the special Olympics picture in their heads as they're running down the track, pulling each other down, and chewing on themselves. They know there's not going to be any candy castle and that's where the retard rage comes from.

Look at the front of the box. That blond haired blue eyed little boy is going to eat that fairy, and just like the sugar sprinkled sucubus she is; she's going to rip his little heart out. Mean while the great candy king is trying to lure all the young Asian kids to his delicious candy castle.

They need to make a game about all the heart break that comes after. That blond haired little blue eyed boy finishes eating all of Candyland and moves back to France. Forget about his cavities, the sugar coma left him blind in one eye. He hobbles around on one foot because diabetes took his other. They tried to fit him with a good prosthetic but his obesity issues make it difficult to find one that fits so all he's left with is a stump.

He grew up hating himself because all through school the kids chanted, "fatty lumpy two by four can't fit through the kitchen door." In his young adulthood he takes to making amputee crush fetish videos and robbing liqueur stores just to feel good about himself. He gets hauled off to jail where he gets stuck with an effeminate cell mate who uses his stub to fuck himself every night. Confused and angry our blond haired wonder kills himself by trying to squeeze through the bars.

The new game can be called Fatty Fatty Lump Cakes land. And its your job to try and convince him not to kill himself while you play against your opponent who tries to talk him into it.

Yes I'm dark and bitter. Like dark chocolate.

promise this is my last journal.

check this out

http://www.frys.com/category/Outpos.....=frysecampaign

If you're questioning if Frys is legit. They are. They're a massive electronics store and they're a chain. I used to go to their store all the time in Chicago.

okay so I've done some thinking, and I've been planning on posting this for the past few days just I'm lazy.

To straighten things out, there were none emotional reasons for closing this account. For starters, I have four different characters I go by, and it has been bugging me that only one of them is represented on FA. I thought about maing an account for each but that's just too fricken chaotic and confusing. It's too much effort and not worth it. I also had been wanting a bit of a fresh start on FA, for reasons I'm not entirely sure of. I had been toying with the idea of a new FA for a while.However, I did have a bit of an emotional and mental collapse. I can hold them off for a while or as long as possible but when they happen they can be pretty bad. I have a tendency to burn everything around me to the ground. It's a form of self destruction. I want to see myself suffer and hurt myself so I implode. I wouldn't cut or do anything physical. I'm all about the mental anguish, hating myself and trying to force others to hate me.

Yes, I know this is kinda sick. It's a disease, and I know it's unhealthy. Trust me I'm so fucking sick of this anxiety/ depression. Often times it feels like an alter ego, or something living in me. I want it out of me. I'm tired of it taking control. It's not just so simple as "being happy now it's gone." I'm actively seeking help for this. I'm wanting to go back on my medication but I'm not sure how. I don't have insurance and I cant afford the meds on my own. But, I am trying.

With all the emo whiny crying crap out of the way this is what's going to happen with the two accounts. This and the other account wills till remain active. After thinking, it doesn't make much sense to me to throw this account away. For STarters, I don't feel like moving 1200 + watches over to the new account. Secondly I don't want to just abandon the handful of watchers I have. I don't know why you guys watch me, but I'm thankful and you guys are awesome.

Lastly, It just didn't make sense to me. Out of the four characters I'm most commonly known as lilfire or Panda. He was my first, and even though I've thought about giving him the boot, I can't. Also, just about just about everything I turn out is signed as Lilfire Panda.

What I'm going to do is keep this as my primary, while the other account will remain a gift art (if there ever is any) and commission account for the other three. Anything relating to Stardust, Pari Mew, or Annun will go there.

As for the new YIm. Yeah still didn't work I have a different YIM account I've been trying to get going but its too difficult to try and move everyone over there with me. AS I said this is a security thing. My mother tried doing online dating. There was one man that she liked and got close to. He turned out to be be a hacker/scam artist/ stalker. In the time of dating my mother he managed to get a bunch of personal information from my family And I as well as our passwords and accounts.He then used this information to stalk cam and abuse other women. Needless to say I'm not crazy about my YIM account anymore because it feels like a giant security hole. Everyone I talk to though is on there though so it's not as easy as moving.

anyways hope this clears some things up.
-panda

so I can shove it in my booty hole and fiddle fondle my pooper shooter.

I'm here to discourage anyone from EVER using the USPS again. (I'm also here to chew bubble gum and kick ass but I'm all out of bubble gum and Give a Shit")

About a month and a half ago, I was supposed to receive a registered letter in the mail gotten it. A month went by and I still hadn't gotten it. Because It was from my grandfather I was less than thrilled about receiving it, as a registered letter in the mail is his own way of using the postal service to try and force me to listen to him. It was supposed to arrive at the beginning of November, and I sat here for the entire month in the living room waiting for this SUPER important letter. Thanksgiving came and passed, and I still hadn't received this letter. Then one day I get an angry call from my grandfather bitching me out because I never responded to his letter. "But, I've not received the letter yet Grandpa," was my reply. To which he retorted with, "It says here it's been delivered so either you're lying to me or the Post Office is."

In fifteen minutes I was down the street at the post office trying to get my letter. At first I was met with "we don't have your letter," and I had to stand there and argue for 8 minutes before the woman finally went in the back to find it. In a few short minutes she came back with my letter, the pink notice that should have been left in my mail box, and the receipt for the letter. "You mail man says that he tried to deliver it 8 times but no body was ever there." That was a bunch of bullshit because, at that point in time someone was at the house 24/7. And most of that time I spent sitting in the living room waiting for this damned letter to arrive.

After that I was irritated but figured it was just a one time thing and it could have been a mistake. Yet, again our US Postal Service mail man is a lazy useless fuck. I was expecting a package from Bad Dragon to come. It should have been delivered yesterday, and I was watching the shipping status on my phone from work. During the day it was "out for shipping," and when I got home it was "Delivered". I wasn't here to receive the box so I expected the usual pink notice saying, "hey we got yo shit, come git it."

There was no such creature. So this morning I went down to the post office to bitch and get my package. The office is supposed to open for business at 8:30 am. I got there at 8:29, and they didn't open till 8:40. I went to the man at the front desk and asked for my package and to speak to a manager. He took me over to the door on the side and said he'd get someone for me. I stood around fro twenty fucking minutes before finally ringing their door bell. The manager answered and hadn't any idea i was there. I told her about my previous troubles with my mail carrier and asked if i could have my package. She couldn't find it, and I learned that my package was already on it's trip back to Arizona. So some how during the night it went from delivered to "Insufficient address, send that shit back."

There have also been other problems with my post office and postal carrier. Our apartment complex is not that nice, and in the middle of out little gehtto we have a mail box unit. Someone, for what ever reason, decided it would be a good idea to tip the doors off the mailboxes, and scrape the numbers off. I've watched out mail man and if he can't find the number box, or if the door is ripped off the mail box, he'll take everyone's mails and shove it in one of the broken mailboxes, or set it on top of the mail box with a rock or a package and leave it sitting either on the side walk or on top of the mail unit.

After my fun times at the post office, I called the USPS customer support to see if I could possibly intercept my package. The only good thing in any of this was that the lady on the phone was really nice. Yay, USPS you have nice people working on your phone line; congrats now get my damned package back to me.

I asked about getting my package back to me, and unfortunately you can't intercept a package in transit. "But," she said" you can go back to your post office and fill out this recall form and they may be able to get it before it reaches Arizona." I returned to my post office.This time I was much more calm and and the same man I spoke to earlier if I could fill out this form. "Well you can , but it won't help much." "look, I'm only here because this is what you customer service told me to do." "Hold on sir." He left and went into the back. I waited around for another 10 minutes listening to them laugh and joke back there until he came back and said "Only the sender can fill out a recall form."

I understand policies. I understand that you can't just pull my package off the line and slap a new label on it. I'm fine with not being able to fill out this recall form. To be honest, the man was probably right, and that form probably wouldn't have helped me much. But what pisses me off is how fucking good for nothing out mail man is. He says he's delivered a package, when in fact he didnt and may not have even tried. He leaves people's mail out where the weather, elements, and other people can get to it. Luckily I think that the people that live in our slum are a bit too stupid to try and commit identity theft. They're too busy hitting their women and shooting at each other.

The second thing that bothers me is just how incompetent my post office is. I should not have to argue with you before you go back and search for my item. I understand that if they're busy I should expect a wait time, but if I'm one of only three people in there, I shouldn't have to wait around 20 minutes before I get helped; especially if they've already told me they'd help me shortly. Customer Service was nice, but they managed to give me the wrong information. I still don't have my package, and I still have to wait another week now before I can get it.

What I find is funny, is the US Postal service is crying about how their going under and this is why. I'm done with ever using the US Postal service again. UPS is a steaming pile of shit too but I use them when I have to. I would suggest anyone to use Fedex, and grow to love that Fedex arrow.

And if you work for them shame on you. You should quite right now.

It used to be back in the days of the Vikings I could just swing a big axe, crack some skulls and slash some fuckers down their chests to get my point across....

But trying to do anything with the us postal is such complete bullshit that I'm left wanting to go postal on my postal carrier. Get me Pissed off enough jeep jeep doesn't go beep beep it goes varoom varoom varoom varoom all over your fucking face