WHO HACKED MY FUCKING SAGGY CUNT.

MY FUCKING PUSSY IS BLEEDING IN BUCKETS HERE.

SON OF A BITCH.

SEE MY AVATAR. I WANT MY PUSSY TO BLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED AS I RIDE A COWBOY! I WANT TO RIDE A COWBOY. TIS IS ANOTHER WWAY 2 SAY I WANT TO SHOW HIM MY PERIOD WHILE HAVING SEX ON TOP.

MY PUSSY. SHIT.

Okay, for the jackass that hacked into pretty much every online account I have and changed all the passwords, changed my picture on MySpace, posted some fucked up, suicidal orange entry in my LJ...WTF WAS THE POINT??? What did I ever do to you?????

Computer=fixed!!!

No more honking at me, no more not working, no more AdultFriendFinder, no more porn sites, no more poker pop-ups, no more pop-ups PERIOD!!!!

Party with me!!!!

BG KIDDERZZZ:

Just so y'all know...no Halloween costumes tomorrow (I dunno if you were planning on wearing them, so if you were, DON'T!!). I talked to Mrs. Brodeur at the football game and she said that the homecoming dance was our only chance to wear Halloween costumes. Dammit.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy. Shit. HOLY SHIT!!! Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit!!!!!!!!!!

I can't even get words out. What do I say? What can I say? Do I tell the truth? Do I lie? Why would I lie, that's just stupid ( Read more... )

*slams head on desk...multiple times* Ughhh, I'm such a complete ass... Why did I email him??????? I need a time machine so I can go back and slap myself silly before I send it.

I'm going to send him an email, I'm going to send him an email, I'm going to send him an email, HOLY CRAP I'm going to send him an email. *hyperventilates* I'm not sure I can do this, but I have to. I have to tell him.

So...dance last night... No one can ever say BG's not interesting... Heh, idiot football players...

Ugh... I hate myself. I can't believe I chickened out after psyching myself up so much for today... Well, I've got a cute outfit for tomorrow (screw New England Sports Day... I don't even bloody watch sports) and I'm going to bully myself into doing this. Then, hopefully, I'll soon have a Prince Charming for my Cinderella for Homecoming Friday

*giggles and skips* I like MySpace messages. They make me uberly happy.

No. No one listen to Neil. He's wrong. THIS is quite possibly the best video ever that I have ever seen ever. EVER. E-VER.

Click here. DO IT. Or else the Great Katie Monster will swoop down upon you as you sleep and tickle you with a pink feather.