fuck. i have these huge long blogs that i want to write but i cant because its not what blogging is for, it sucks ass. i think that (from jenny and carolines blogs) that blogs are purely for whinging.

damnit it doesnt help when your listening to sad music, bastards

1up mushroom to:
Sam, because he is cool

poison mushroom to:
Aaron because he is a cock

Like My Blog's new look? its straight from milan, i got gucci and prada to work on it, diore even flew in for the weekend*

All that I an say is 16 player mariokart? FUCK YES. if you excuse me i think i have to go change my pants...

Per Osterberg:
We'll all wear wireless technology in our clothes, goggles and gloves and that will give new challenges and new possibilities. In five years the world's biggest company will be EA, not Microsoft.

Direct Quote from Amazon

Customers who wear clothes also shop for:
Clean Underwear

You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.


Which Imfamous criminal are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

I'm not really militant. I could be cool if I tried, but I usually don't try.


Your score kinda sucks to be honest. We aren't ashamed of you, but good luck finding a militant feminist to hang out with because we've got this thing about people like you. There's hope, it's just looking far away right now.
In case (for reasons we can't imagine) you wanted to post your results somewhere, here's a code you can copy:

I am sooo worried about 2 people, and i know one of them would think i was lieing and the other might not know why, so i'll just leave it name less

fuck im so fucking irritable, i hate fucking stress, entering fuck before everyword makes me feel fucking better, fuck. i dont know how i can be fuccking angry with the fucking beatles playing in the background. and then there is some "timmy" guy messging me. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

on the upside i figured out how to make calls from my fonebook. its so fucking simple. fuck. f u c k F u C k fuck FuKc French connection united kingdom.

my main beefs with this fone i dont think it vibrates when it rings unless you select the vibrate and ring...thing
fuck its just annoying ok?

ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk

ffuucckkiinngg

its fucking not that easy ok?

f u c k