Well since this is the second time she's forgotten to log out of her account, I've decided to give fair punishment. Ladies and gentlemen I shall now release to you one of MK's deepest and darkest secrets.












She's pretty.

Love, =PurpleTriforce

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If somebody gives me these, I will cry.
If somebody doesn't give me these, I will cry.

CHALLENGE: FIND A CREEPIER CHRISTMAS GIFT.





Here's the deal-o, good buddy.

YOU are going to suggest ONE WORD to me, and then I am going to WRITE about it. Any complaints? No? Then let's start.

1. Monkey.
2. Socialist.
3. Applesauce.
4. Anarchy.
5. Turnip.
6. Antidisestablishmentarianism.
6½. Defenestrate
7. Anathema
8. Cordiform
9. Lackadaisically
10.

6½ is reserved for one I find significantly more awesome than the rest of them.

Oh, and if you did this in turn, with art or photography or whatever, that would be pretty cool. Just a suggestion.




LIFE
I had a kick-ass Thanksgiving with and After which, I forgot to log out of my account and they SO NICELY posted a picture of a Meowth in my name.

I hate you two.
I hate you too.

I also went mallllling with and we bought candy cigarettes and played with the puppies. Rock on.

Come on, do it.
You know you want to. ;D


I WANT GOOD QUESTIONS HERE.
MY IMMODESTY KNOWS NO BOUNDS.

Oh, and if anybody wants to catch my 20k pageview, I've got a nice little gift in store for you. ;D Hint hint.

Things I have to do to go to Heaven:

1. Befriend my enemies.
2. Write something that makes someone smile.
3. Cry audibly in a sappy movie. (Check.)
4. Donate change into those little Ronald McDonald boxes. (Check)
5. Adopt a cat.
6. Dust the apartment.
7. Fill 100 white envelopes.



_{And this is probably why I'm not going to Heaven.}


So I moved into my father's apartment, switched schools, read numerous books and panicked -- all in the past two weeks! But I'm stable and happy now. So wish me luck! It's NaNoWri-I'm Going to Kill Myself Before Finishing This Novel-Mo!


SHOUT IN MY SHOUTBOX!

I found a notebook of writing with material written from 2006. I was thirteen years old! There was also some stuff from 2007 and 2008, and I thought I'd share with you some of the worst moments of my childhood.

You guys can vote over which one you think is the worst, because some of these are so bad I can't even tell. xD


1. “I dumped her,” he said. “When we have sex, she shouts in Italian, and it really makes me paranoid.” (2006) _{I was thirteen. I think there's something wrong with me.}

2. “He took my wallet and ran off!” Pam shouted. “So I yelled, Patrick! Stop that right now! And he turned around and said, “How did you know my name was Patrick?” and I said I didn’t, it was a lucky guess, and then he ran off some more. (2007) _{I was going to leave this one out, but I told it to and she cracked up.}

3. He was the kind of guy that planned out what kind of cereal he was going to have a week from now, and would get quite irritated if he wasn’t able to /have/ his Honey Bunches of Oats when he wanted it. (“Damn it Mother, did you bother to /look/ at my schedule before you finished the last of the box yesterday? Now I’m going to have to wear the striped socks!” (2007)

4. “I say we blow up the whole country,” Ji Xong said, but nobody paid him much attention because he said that last week too. “Just blow the whole thing plumb-up. Who’s with me?” (No idea, but it’s old.)

5. Those who hold their tongues get nothing but wet hands. (2006!)

6. Here I am, trying to protect all of you from impending beetle attacks, and all I get is a 'shut up, kid', or funny fish eyed stares. Like that. Yeah, buddy, that's right; I saw that. And that too! I swear, the next time any of you gets cut up, I'm just going to stand there and laugh as you bleed on the floor. Ha. Hahaha. (2006)


VOTEVOTEVOTE!