damn. Whenever i get a really good post going, i always misplace it somehow. Bastards. I wont mess around and try to write the same thing again. It would only be a pathetic attempt and would embarrass me even more than the shame of having lost it. It was mostly about how I want to retain what dignity I have now, sexually wise. I mentioned how I never want to do most of the things i dreamed of doing(it was a literal dream, I had nothing to do with it). Anyway, since I was just cleaning the gecko's cage I want to talk about them. My god they are getting pretty. Awww, just so nice and bright again. And fat, I've been giving them WAY too many mealworms but I love my geckos so they are worth it. As soon as Lady Marmalade gets fatter, I'm going to try and hand train her again. She is just so pretty when she gets fat that I want to be able to really look at her like I have BiggaJiggaWhat. I really need more of a life, but this one is so easy. It is so much easier to not talk about everyone and so much easier to sit alone with leopard geckos. It's all becasue I am a gutless shroom. I don't know why I'm a shroom, but it seemed appropriate at the time. I'm just way too odd for my own good. One of these days, I'm going to entierly drift off into oddness and never come back. I will speak entirely in my own code consisting of male genitilia and movie quotes. That is how odd I will become. So sad but so easy. I am always taking the easy way out. It's just the way I am. I can't help it. I don't want to have to deal with being normal because that means I have to meet expectations, and why in hell would I want to do that? I wouldn't ,that's why. I wouldnt becasue it's just easier to be me because I can blame eveything on the fact that you don't understand me because I am odd. OH JESUS I HATE THAT WHORE KELLY! Fuck her up the ass by an excited rhino. First she told me i was trying too hard and that iI used too many big words. The she switched off into saying that I couldn't type and that i would lose IQ points by reading what I had written. I called her, quite patronizingly, a little bundle of contradictions. She probably doesn't know what contradiction means, so that joke was lost on her. She said I had no life, no true friends and nothing to do but bother her. I didn't say it, but she pretty much described herself. So I was able to maintain most of my good humour and she just kept getting angrier, which, in all reality, is quite amusing. Too bad she has no idea what satire is so she probably didn't understand my jokes in my last two rants at her. David is such a good friend, she is an idiot to ruin a friendship with him. I was skimming through the mixed CD he burned for me and the first song was described by him to be the ambodiement of his and Kelly's relationship. It was really quite sad to hear how bad it made him feel. How that dumbass piece of shit could make a good guy feel so bad and used and empty. He needs to get over that over-dyed, trailer-trash, My-daddy-left-my-family-with-the-nanny-Jerry-springer-special ugly fat fuck. How did so much of his time get wasted on her. Not to mention that she ate hella of his money. He was always buying her something to eat. It was sickening, especially watching her eat. She always had food clinging to her straw-like hair and on top of the generous swell of her stomache (some of which she tried to push into her bra, unsuccessfully i might add). It was like the 13 Ghosts character. Dire Mother and Child, or something like that. Either way, it was gross. But she crawled back in to my life, so I had to deal with it. Oh god, she seemed to display her stretch marks. It is wrongness. Eewww. And I let her hump my leg for the sake of "get-along, go-along" . I am disgusted I HATE!!!. ARRRR! (i am pirate, hear me arr.). JESUS FUCKING CHRIST TAKE HER NOW AND SEND HER TO FUCKING HELL. to burn off her fat, only to have it immediatly replaced. Burn, bitch, burn. Tell me the only fucking way to make david feel better is to fuck around with him. That's what you did, fuck-face. I have class.