i have never ever written anything of a ficticious nature, ever. the only thing i change are names of places and persons. everything i say is true. my mum is in denial and says that i make shit up which i dont. i am not controlling or censoring anyone by removing comments just letting them know that there are certain things i will not stand for and dissing my mother is up there along with saying im a cokehead so to avoid banning people individually which is censorship i think i took comments down altogether and people are just going to have to deal with it for a little while. i pre-warned everyone when i re-added comments last time from taking them down for the same fucking reason as this one not to piss me off and it was fine for a few months or so but it happens again and again. i have every right to protect myself from negativity and to control the spreading of rumors. i dont need to read nasty untruths about myself. i dont walk all over anyone else’s blog and start shit with them so what gives people the right to do it to me? i have feelings just like anyone else and im not even being a crybaby about it, i’m exhausted with your come-downs and you dont even want to talk to me or tell me your opinions, you just want everyone else to know them and simply starting your own blogs isnt good enough because no one will go to them if they’re not linked from me, you just miss the personal negative attention you get from saying your piece in my comments and to get what you want you have to insult me which, as pre-mentioned, i. am. sick. of.
im an adult and if i fuck up that’s my choice. if you are looking to blame someone, blame those who abused their privileges. a few bad seeds spoils the pot. and plus my mum can’t even spell.
if i were a magazine or a newspaper things would be different i am a living being who in real life would be like talk to the hand mister and there is no way in hell you would say any of this shit to my face because it would be smashified and you know it, if not by me, by any other person who owns me. this is my blog and i can shit my pants if i want to you fucking cowards. if you have something to say, say it to my face but get your facts straight first. if you want to know the truth about something, ASK ME. i will tell you the truth. i am not ashamed.
your page sucks. and queefs ARE your fault. We men know what queefs are, and what they are not – it’s you women that are the UNeducated ones, not us men.
absinthe truth or dare jenga til wee hours on your worknite is my favorite
i think i crapped out a worm
im not kidding but it wasnt as long as this it was like 1.75 inches and it was wiggling, as in alive. i wanna go to the clinic. can i die from this? and if i crapped it out does that mean it’s gone and there isn’t a brother or sister inside me kuz i still don’t feel quite right and i did eat a lot of eggs in mexico those sonsofbitches holy fuck and it was the same color as the one in the picture
tho it could have been the absinthe making me see things and the crap sleep
erwin on the bus in mexico sang some deutsch rap and everyone groaned but i loved it
i only thought of it because i almost spelt crap sleep like rap sleep
i beat angelo in chess
i got my ass handed to me playing this one italian dude it was stOrming on us but we kept playing even when the lits went out
if i die from some weird bacterial infection idunnowhat i am SUING club bananas well before i die or my mum can
niss made me feel bad for feeding the cats at dinnertime and i was like dude if i had an appetite right now i would be eating this garbage cow shavings myself
i think they gave me fleas anyhow
or maybe that was the blanket
i got period all over the sheets like every second i could
and i played soccer topless, volleyball too and me and angelo ran around tripping each other and throwing and kicking sand and shit like brother and sister but he started it neeahht
now i have lobster tits
im not going to drink for awhile and i mean it this time
