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Monthly Archives: March 2009


All the while, we do it doggystyle.



I figure I can get famous and make a buck and get a ride, all at the same time. Nice, right?


Sometimes a lie can be as good as the truth and sometimes the truth just hurts.  LIE.


This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Captain Kitty Mittens. He’s six months old, with a cute little kitty face. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking emo thoughts, because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge. This is the Emo Zone.


It’s always 4:20 somewhere, right?  Even if it’s not.


It’s just me, and I came for the food.


I am not kidding. Leave right now and google it.  Leave this site and never ever come back. Please. It’s not worth it and it makes me self-concious, and self-concious means that I see everything, and none of it is good. None of it.  So someone should make some money.


It’s so small, but it collects so much dust.


Twilight wasn’t emo enough.

Maybe I wasn’t being shy and stupid and anti-social, you know, maybe I was just being me. Maybe this is who I am. Maybe I’m smarter than you, maybe I know how harsh the world is, how much it’s out to get us, and maybe THAT’S why I don’t want to go out with your friends.

I’ll be in my room.