It's mine. Not yours. Or Terry's. Or that Llama at that Persian Market.
Mine. And you will bow to it, like an 'ickle anty-thing, and you will obey it, or you will feel the wrath of my random awesome insanemous-mous-mous.
Have I eaten 500 characters yet? Stupid thing; it doesn't count them down.
I can't be bothered to count them.
If I have, you're not reading this.
WOW
IJUSTADDEDMYBLOGTOGOOGLE'S LISTBECAUSEI CAN. ANDBECAUSEIRULE. SOTHERE. ANDEVERYWORDISIN ADIFFERENTCOLOURBECAUSE ICANMAKEITTHATWAY. ANDNOWMYPAITENCEwith HTML jusssttt ran out. Ahahah. Grey.
Neopets :D
Petting Zew :D
Come down to Dead Star's petting zoo at the bottom of the blog! Growing by the...mood in weird and wonderful creatuhs. :D ^^
Saturday, 6 October 2007
Hmmph.
Because that REALLY worked.
Wow, the washing machine's exploding. *Start of journal*
>_O
That's about it. I'll try and find something, duckies.
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