I need a doctor for my brain.

Fuck this.

I can totally buy porn now.

That being, obviously, the most important thing about turning 18.
Naturally.

Also, as soon as we have insurance, I will totally be licensed to run away from my mother at will.

I believe it's time to go continue down the road of Making Myself Sick on Spice Cake.
Rock.

Never Date a Cancer
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Hee.

I am a loser.
A loser that likes a fat kid.
A happy, happy fat kid.

Awesome.

If I concede that she wins our friends and I lose them, do you think I get a paltry parting gift of some sort ( Read more... )

Ooo, a shocker. No really, whoda thunk it? *smirk*
Your results:
You are Poison Ivy
Poison Ivy
86%
Mystique
81%
Riddler
68%
Magneto
67%
The Joker
67%
Dark Phoenix
64%
Apocalypse
62%
Mr. Freeze
61%
Venom
58%
Catwoman
55%
Dr. Doom
52%
Juggernaut
49%
Lex Luthor
39%
Green Goblin
37%
Two-Face
33%
Kingpin
33%

You would go to almost any ( Read more... )

What song reminds you of me?

Put this in your journal, too. Fascinating stuff.

Ah declayuh!

TruthFact(TM):
I can do the dishes once every three days when Tom is out of town and it amounts to not half the dishes from one day when he's home.

Bullshit.
Stupid chef-dude.
...he is so lucky he cooks but good.

You May Be a Bit Histrionic...
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Mommy got a job.
Motherfuckall, it's cleaning rooms ( Read more... )