I have a bone to pick with you Zula. A really big bone. A certain 6'7" bone. How is it...yesh, explain to me how it is, that you can go on this nigga blog, && preserve his natural colors but when you come on MY shit, you always leave me wit some lime green hot pink puke orange colored madness && a damn cheetah girls quote? Splain it to me Zula. Nah. You know what? Ion even want it. No Zula! Don't speak. Your explanations mean nothing to me. I see how things really are now. I see where I stand with you. *sniffles*

THATS WHY YOU AIN'T GET TO WATCH NARUTO TILL ALL SUPER EXTRA FUCKING LATE

I'm mad in my head, I like to think I know how people are gonna react when they read my blogs. lmao at this point....

Sam: o.o
Danny: /:)
Kris: :O =;


am i right? am i right? Fuck yall of course I'm right. Nobody else reads it so they don't matter. Except for Darian, who is straight facing the shit outta his monitor right now. Bet money. Lmao. Anyways...Oh yea Sam inform your boyfriend/fiancee/lover person that i'm psychic. He don't know.

Uhm...so yea. I'ma need yall to understand that I'm going off three hours of sleep and my day ain't even half over. I still gotta take the train to portland, sing, && take the train back. Whoo hoo. Sounds like a blast right? Nah nigga. Just...nah.

I don't feel like blogging anymore. I actually really posted this blog so you won't read the one before it. lmao i'm mad I told yall that. ehh. w/e. yall some older posts clickin muhfuckas anyway.

I'm done now!!!

a dream, a simple fantasy that I wish was reality. That you'd come knocking at my door and we, we'd live this dream once more...
'qone.

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*gasp* @ I almost forgot. RIP to literary-romance.blogspot.com. I never should've let you go.