*gets out noisemakers*
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, GUYS!!
I hope you people behave yourselves~ or else I might just have to barge in on your antics and let EVERYONE know that you're up to no good, and we wouldn't want THAT, would we?
Aaah, looks like another V-day alone ... eh, oh well. I guess when Mama made the comment that I scare guys off, she wasn't kidding. Haha~
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Still, it's a little depressing ... I mean, hey, I don't necessarily hate the holiday, but, y'know, a girl's gotta reflect on how she DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR A LOVE-INTEREST OF ANY SORT once in a while, which doesn't make a lick of sense because it just ends up with her buying candies for herself and gaining like ten pounds and then getting depressed because whichever way she looks at it, the heartache may be big, but it AIN'T BIGGER THAN HER ASS. D:< Blah! Figures, the one day in the year where I actually give a damn about whether or not I have a handsome beau on my arm, and it's usually when I don't so it becomes noticeable.
Blah!! This "feeling-sorry-for-myself" stuff is complete and utter buuuullshit~ I should go take a walk or something. Maybe kick something. Maybe sit somewhere and bark completely insane orders at passerbys :D Like, "YOU THERE! DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY!!"
... Or all three! Take a walk, kick someone, then jump out of arm's reach and THEN tell them to drop and give me twenty. While they nurse their bruised leg. For this occasion, I shall wear my Ass Kicking Boots, too!! It's perfect~
Mwahaha. This will be a good day~ <3 Just me, my boots and my mic, terrorizin' the town! Lovely~
I hope you people behave yourselves~ or else I might just have to barge in on your antics and let EVERYONE know that you're up to no good, and we wouldn't want THAT, would we?
Aaah, looks like another V-day alone ... eh, oh well. I guess when Mama made the comment that I scare guys off, she wasn't kidding. Haha~
...
Still, it's a little depressing ... I mean, hey, I don't necessarily hate the holiday, but, y'know, a girl's gotta reflect on how she DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR A LOVE-INTEREST OF ANY SORT once in a while, which doesn't make a lick of sense because it just ends up with her buying candies for herself and gaining like ten pounds and then getting depressed because whichever way she looks at it, the heartache may be big, but it AIN'T BIGGER THAN HER ASS. D:< Blah! Figures, the one day in the year where I actually give a damn about whether or not I have a handsome beau on my arm, and it's usually when I don't so it becomes noticeable.
Blah!! This "feeling-sorry-for-myself" stuff is complete and utter buuuullshit~ I should go take a walk or something. Maybe kick something. Maybe sit somewhere and bark completely insane orders at passerbys :D Like, "YOU THERE! DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY!!"
... Or all three! Take a walk, kick someone, then jump out of arm's reach and THEN tell them to drop and give me twenty. While they nurse their bruised leg. For this occasion, I shall wear my Ass Kicking Boots, too!! It's perfect~
Mwahaha. This will be a good day~ <3 Just me, my boots and my mic, terrorizin' the town! Lovely~