Ass In A Sling
That's What I Am
The waters seem to be muddied again. I let them get that way, so I guess it's my own damn fault. Not like I'm mad or anything, but this needs to be addressed. Read, Dawn: I need to talk to you. Yes, you. So email me already, you know my address ;^P
Okay, now that I'm done with the inside-posting: life is good. Too much caffiene, but then, without caffiene I'd have no personality whatsoever.
Lookie, drug-test: (external spelling and grammar corrected, sorta)
You're a must for the all night rave! Exciting company, you make people feel sexy, sensual and generally ecstatic. You make people feel close and at one with each other, but can also make them nauseaous and anxious.If you spend alot of time with someone they tend to hallucinate, lose sight of things and feel like they're getting carried away with you. When you spend way too much time with people you fuck up their brain, heart and liver. However, after spending a whopping wonderful night with you (with me, the Prude From Hell, riiiight =^P) , the next day people get depressed thinking of you and how much they miss you. They get sick and dont want to eat, they can't sleep, they feel sore in their muscles and can't concentrate for very long. They dream of when they will spend an exhilarating time with you again on the dance floor at the very next rave party. Fortunately for people, the more they see of you the more they realise how bad you are and eventually they don't see much of you anymore.
Find Out If You Were A Drug, What You Would Be!
quiz by ravenritings
People eventually realize that I love you, I'll kill you? NO COMMENT RoFl ^_^
I'm bad for you, really I am, run while you still can, run like the wind and don't come back! But you WILL be back, bwa-hahahahaha! No one can stay away from me for long, I make sure of it >^D *Ahem*
Okay. That was--creepy. And truer than I care to admit. *Shrug*. Btw: the other results were consistent with it, being meth and crystal meth. I fit in that "I'll kill myself and you, but OH, the fun we'll have in the meantime" category.
Which brings us to another entertaining round of What's Your Chosen Suicide? I always wondered what it would be like to leap off a very tall building. It must be like flying, until you hit bottom. "Wheeeee!.....*SPLAT*" ;^D
Nyohah got her drivers' license! *Bounce bounce, much fanfare, rolls out red carpet, etc.* Knew you could do it, darlin' ^_^
My own conundrum? I have a learner's permit, which means it's illegal for me to drive at night. We have only one car. Stepdad works ALL friggin' day long. Guess what he uses to get to work? Umm, the car? Which means it's dark by the time he gets home. Unless I want to get up at the crack of dawn (which I don't), I may never get in enough practice to pass the stupid test. >_<
*As the teen from E.T.* (Frustrated wail) : "And we're gonna get arrested, and they're NEVER gonna give me my license!"
Uhh, yeah, not to rain on her victory. You go, girlie =^D
Later, peeps: things to do :^)