Little Black Dress scavengers are wanted!
I feel like changing my blog's skin. and i feel like doing the chicken dance, somehow. Have you ever wondered if you were dressed as Barney would you beat yourself up? Is there a cow dance?i feel stupid and lazy. I want to shit in your face. Nah, I'm just kidding. Okay no, seriously I want to. I wish I was a monkey, so I wouldn't be judged when I'm scratching my butt in public. Hah, that'll be absurd. But really. Have you ever imagined yourself as an animal? That'll be so cute. Not for me. I want to be an elephant. Monstrously big and tall. I want to stamp little rats and squirt their guts out. And involve myself in a stampede. Can I rule the world as an elephant? Now that requires a really fucking huge throne. Oh great ruler of the world, bestow your great power on this innocent, pitiful soul of mine who's sacrificing everything to be an elephant, well not exactly everything. I'm never going to put my 'Pretty Betty' in jeopardy, NEVER. PB's my bag. This bag I just bought. Really horrid yet quite interesting looking. I know I'm weird by naming my bags, but hey guys name their ermmm, little weeweees. So yeah, if me naming my bag is weird, for guys naming their di*coughs*cks, even weird is a huge understatement. Now, can I smother shit all over your pretty pathetic face? Pleaaaaaaase. *bats eyes in an innocent yet flirtatious expression*
this is the result of what mundanity does to the heartless soul.