Welcome. Good Luck. Have a Hell of a Great time and friend's page isn't finished, I still have some folk to put on so don't feel bad, I'm just too slow and lazy to add more people at the moment.


Those bitches aren't letting me have more than 7 pages so this is gonna be a thoughts page too. When I have a thought or a spare msn name that I'm debating over which to put, I'll put one on msn, and the other[s] on this page!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay...


* Notice how saying biatch/biotch is meaner/bitchier than saying bitch? Tis true.

*I'M NOT F*CK*N THAT QUIET!! You people just never talk about family guy episodes or simpsons or south park even!! And I can't start up a convo. There's something wrong with my head. I look at every possibility that might happen if I say like "hi." or "bye."! K, I'm too logical for my own damn good!  So bear with me, you'll have to make the first move in a convo with me.

*People say the stupidest things when they talk. Seriously. We don't give a shit if you were going to do such but didn't cause of such and you go on about it. If you find something funny, most other people prolly found it funny too, you don't need to tell them what happend, they aren't blind and deaf.

*Just call me twisted.... MY REASONING: Here's a little story now... Y'etait une fois, ca fais dix ans, qu'une petite fille puis sa soeur de 6 ans allait se coucher. Comme normal, les parents de ces petites filles de 3 et 6 ans lisait une histoire avant de se coucher. Mais la petite, let's call her... JanellE, elle etait suppose d'aller se coucher 30 minutes avant de sa grande soeur. Mais JanellE n'aimait pas manquer une histoire so en secrete, elle restait debous pour entendre l'histoire de sa soeur. Apres un peu de faire ca, ses parents on appercu que leur petite vlimeuse JanellE ecoutait au histoires. So y'ont rencontre les histoires au deux filles maintenant. Tout d'accoup, dix ans plus tard, JanellE redecouvert Edgar Allen Poe. Puis le livre qu'elle s'en rappele de si longtemps... mais elle ne sais pas pourquoi que elle aimait le livre qui la fesait peur au meme temps. Elle demande a son papa "Dad, why do I love this book so much?" "Because, sweetheart, that was your bedtime book. You got scared shitless, you did! But you always wanted to hear more." "THE LADY WHO GOT BURIED ALIVE!! And the Golden Bug!! The Oval Portrait too!! I remember this!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!"

And that's the origin of my twistedness and sinisterness. My bedtime stories were Edgar Allen Poe. Cough the Raven "Nevermore."