Life is poo........ I got promoted to manager at work. Yippy a whole dollar more per hour with a shit ton more responsiblitiesss.
Been having funky dream lately. All of dieing. Going off to war, getting shot, getting hit by cars, getting jumped, stabbed to death, beaten, train running me over, cars running me over, falling to my death
and just random dreams of where I am in sooo much pain I just keel over, and it sucks cause I feel the pain after I wake up as well LOL.
My kitten Six is getting HUGE, little bouncy ball of love that keeps me sane at this place I call home xD
So yeah thats about it for my depressing journal.
I just felt I needed a new one hahaha
Oh and red alert for anyone who might know who owns the alt Critic, I am willing to offer and awesome alt ported x2 for it.
I have been looking for the better part of the year for it Dx
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I'm not kissing your feet,
I'm spitting on the ground you walk that I used to worship,
in a sobbing mess of pain and heartache.
.::Contagoius On Furcadia::.
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I'm not kissing your feet,
I'm spitting on the ground you walk that I used to worship,
in a sobbing mess of pain and heartache.
.::Contagoius On Furcadia::.
Get yo ass on furc and whisper me sometime woman.
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I'm not kissing your feet,
I'm spitting on the ground you walk that I used to worship,
in a sobbing mess of pain and heartache.
.::Contagoius On Furcadia::.
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If you can't learn to love me- then piss off.
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