Dear Fabyuhluhs Girls,
Please post on TNGA before I get really sad or something.
The site’s like, dying. And that’s not allowed.
I agree entirely. katie and I were talking about this last night, and it’s gotten me very flustered.
IN CASE YOU’VE FORGOT, TNGA is how we all met, sillies. It makes me so sad that nobody ever gets on, or that it’s been March for about four months now. really? :/
i don’t want to seem like an utter downer, but if allie doesn’t have time for tnga anymore, then i don’t want to go on tnga anymore. i’m a little disappointed that some of us have change to the point where they no longer can find the time or the amount of creative interest to keep the site going, but it had a beautiful (though admittedly short) run, but i think it’s definitly over. i mean, my characters REVOLVE around allie’s. i’m pretty much done with it now. so, i guess that’s that.
i’m still really interested in rping though, and you know how to get ahold of me. any new ideas of rpg sites where i can find all my old friends willing to make some exciting new plots with me, then let me know guys. i have all the time in the world.
the real housewives of OC.
oh man. my family has always watched this show, but i’ve never really payed attention while it was on tv. but i have to admit, even a more grungy d2e girl like myself can appreciate the entertainment value in this show. it’s almost AMAZING the bizarre and just downright dementedly petty things these girls obsess and become catty and outragously mean over. i’m amazed by it, really. i almost appreciate being poor now, because we appreciate everything we have, and don’t sweat over the small stuff. man, it’s nuts the sort of drama those.. dare i say, FABYUHLUHZ ladies create for themselves.
my life… is taking over my life.
if that makes any sense at all.
ugh why do I keep checking fabyuhluhs like something’s going to change?
you’re hoping that i’ll post naked pictures.
SORRY IT’S NOT ALLOWED, D;<
back to work
- laurie (my boss): KATIE[SADIE]! have you lost weight?
- me: ... auh....
- laurie: you have haven't you!?
- me: i really don't know
- laurie: i didn't send you away to get all skinny and shit! i like my girls pudgy!
- me: ..... heh...heh.. err... ;D
i help you.
and it only makes you upset with me.
someday you’ll thank me.
someday you’ll realize you admire my assertive behavior for a reason.
and i can wait. even if you’ve lost your patience with me.
even if secretly you want to knock my block off.
even if you blame me for your bad relationship.
knowing that you’re going to regret that is enough.
so no, i’m not going to stop protecting my girls.
because if i didn’t do it, it end the same way, only a little differently.
instead of ‘why’d you do that.’
‘why didn’t you help me?!’
i prefer the first one.
at least you’re safe.
even if you don’t think i’ve helped.
the only man who’s worth your tears will never make you cry.
so, no, mom. i’m not sorry for what i’ve done.
and that bastard BETTER be afraid.
You are a drunken lowlife. I don’t know what my mom sees in you, but it must be because she never wears her prescription eyeglasses. You’re a scoundrel, an idiot, and a fucking violent bastard. You fuck with my mom again, and i’ll kill you. You call my mom a cunt again, and i’ll kill you. You step one foot into this house, and i will torment you and/or kill you until you leave again.
Yeah, i threw all your fucking budweiser at your car. Deal with it.
It’s called rehab, bitch!
P.S. How does your mom’s pussy taste?