Slowly, but surely and slowly.
Nnng...
Feel like crap. Holy freaking hell. Someone shoot God(Yes, Atsui) in the face. Please.
Though, that would likely only worsen the problem as he would throw a hissy-fit.
In any case.
I feel like ripping someone's head off and playing soccer with it.
(Cake recipes, cake recipes, cake recipes...No. Hair is too pretty.)
Best Dressed Teacher.
I think she was trying not to be embarassed but the vote was pretty much unanimous.
We even clapped. All of us.
Curtsies and rolled eyes. "So! Open your books..."
Soccer.
Ms. Lee's head.
Oh God(Yes, Atsui), I like that plan much better.
Annoying. Annoying. Annoying.
If I cared what you wanted me to do, I'd ask.
Shut. UP.
Ow.
Ow.
OW.
Son of a bitch.
yukkuri arukeba ii,
chotto bukiyou demo ii,
ima kimi to utaitainda
chippokena It's your song
Writing.
Actually am.
But I hate it already.
Stupid son of a...
Tanzie, if you hated me you should have said so BEFORE this idea came.
Bitch.
See if I ever call YOU cute again.
Romeo and Juliet.
"Didn't you check your myspace?!"
"I haven't logged on in three days! I'm sorry!"
Bye-bye, Romeo and Juliet.
The modern world has failed you.
Uruha.
Stop.
Being.
So.
Freaking.
'Dei-esque.
And...
Slowly, but surely and slowly...
Learning...
to like...
Gazette...
Silly God Disco.
I like.
Reila.
I like.
Cassis.
I like.
Bath Room.
I like...
Hn.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Dale = Allergic to GRASS.
Dad mowed.
Dale begins to chew like mad.
Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.
Not. Again.
Ow.
"Sadamerareta finale wa iranai
sou reeru wo hashigo ni kaete
waraeru hazu sa ima yori tashika ni
sou negatta sono hitomi nara
bukiyouna jyosou demo hashitte hashitte ikerusa
I believe myself & my best friends, and you."
Nnng.
Despite apparent sense of humor
I want
nothing
to do
with anyone.
'cept...A very, very, very select few people who have yet to figure out a way to annoy/bother/anger me (not that they want to...though one has come dangerously close...Three people. Just three people. I can tolerate you. I think...Two of you know who you are, the other...Uhm...Wont see this. Huh.)
Ow.
Freaking HELL.
(Insert one of those old "DAMN YOU RAVEN" thoughts here.)
I'm done.
I think...
Yes.
The End.
Bye.
By the way,
the mood fits only in image, not in labeling.
A few notches down from 'enraged', there is surely a more fitting word for me.