But it seems nobody can tell my taste in guys.

Short version: I like traps. :3

It's never been this hot THIS late,t he sun't on the other side of the fuggin' planet why is so so hot i'm ass-naked adn still sweating ARRRHHGBLHYAUNFKHHJSSSSSREEEEYYYEAHGADDDAMAHAMANIT!

ohgodmylegs *falls down*

When going on a long drive, and you don't like anything in the radio: MIX TAPE. |:(

(cd, you know what I mean)

The only thing I've always been able to feel fully is hate... anger, rage, wrath.
I felt powerful, when I'd let it fill me. Like a cool fire. And I know it's.... dangerous, to depend on it.
When I would get angry, even if I was holding back, everyone around could feel it. Many would be afraid.
When I tried to be anything else, like remorseful, like when I got in trouble in school, I wonder if it looked like an act to everyone. A bit of dramatics.
I'm told I'm a good actor. Apparently, such an actor, I can't tell when I am acting or not.

When I'm really angry, I never raise my voice. It was just fury.
Everything else is hard to feel.

Restlessly dreaming.

And I got some videos on DVD from the things I've done. but unfortunatley, I have no experience in video editing... like, even ripping it off the DVDs so I could put it on Youtube or something. ^^;;;

Owww, back hurts... not the bone, but like the muscles on either side, under the ribcage. Really sore, and not tired enough to try to nap it away.
Took an ibuprophen, and rigged up a heating pad with a bathrobe's sash, so I got a cumberbuzzle thing going on or something, and it or the ibu' seems to be doing the trick.

*moves car*
*adjusts fallen branches and shrubbery*
*scratches self*
*looks down*
Oh hey, a dollar!

I just realized my blue robe sorta looks like Scrooge McDuck's outfit.

I, uh.... got, uhm, myself tangled up, to an amusing degree...

uhm...

..... uh, with my boxers.....

............lol.

No personal data lost, save for bookmarks and how I had everything set up, so just some tedium at fixing everythign right again left to do

Dunno how long will be inoperative, dunno if any data lost....

I'm having a hell of alot of fun with this game. And I love the slapstick/vaudeville-esque humour. ^_^

Y'know, there are certian flaws in this film.

I'm looking for one of the artists I comissioned, but can't find my notes; he was in the front-right of the first island (not against the wall) on the left as soon as ya entered the dealer's den. He was roughly in front of Miss Mab. Anyone remember that guy's info?

Holy shit, this movie is bad. XP

oog, tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired

I hugged a real-live tiger today. =3

family business to take care of

>:(

It's the only mainstream movie I've seen that I remember the Black Guy dies last.

The strange days are the best days.
Like remembering you got like 100lbs of refined, poisonous, unsealed lead bricks stored in your garage (leftovers from an art project).

XDDDDDDDD (read: "Mythbusters Moment"/What the hell are we doing?)

http://vampirewebsite.net/christianvamplist.html
"25)Eats goth-related foods. Count Chocula cereal is an example of this."
What?! Bwah hah hah haaaaa! XDDDD

Why can't I focus? XP

http://www.blaghag.com/2010/04/in-n.....-my-boobs.html

Long n' Short of it, some Abrahamic is being retarded for the sake of being retarded, ignroing evidence (in this case, of plate tectonics) for the sake of promoting his idiotic "moral" agenda.

"God hates tits, so he created earthquakes."

Seriously.

Ladies?