cold feet of the literal variety

To the 612 bitchy, whiny "Shannon is such a bitch I cant spel her name rite" , pains in my ass, I say kiss this, bitch. Front and center. The only thing that'd make me happier? If it were a little less dull, or had Holly front and center. :p As it is, I will dance happily and smack the next person who pisses me off.

I was supposed to sleep until a little after noon and then stay up for a couple of hours in the hopes that Panda would arrive. But no. Mom killed that. So did Thomas. I don't think my stupid brother realizes that Mom could very well snap and seriously hurt herself or the boy, or the widget because she doesn't have the patience for his shit. And he is a terrible brat, he is. Thing is, you yell at him and he'll shut down so fast your head will spin. You have to approach him the right way without giving in and frankly, I'm too tired to do that.

Reading Walgreen World which just reinforces my theory that this place is a fucking cult.



Yush. A Rose McGowan kick. Not sure I'll keep the haunting one and possibly not the choking one. I luv the other two.

*pouts* pullipparade's forum is dead for me. ;_;