muddy shoes

there is no other word in this world that i want to say at the moment. WHATEVER.
as much as i hate this word, sometimes i cant help but use it on certain things, certain people.
i should practise some self-control if not i have to trouble some people.
oooh. i do not have to take her crap because i have my mes-amies to rely on no matter what.
phooey! i am going to insult and insult until the animals from jurassic park come home and eat me up.
basically because i know that is not going to happen in the near future (sorry! you can't stop me.) and i'm just sorry to disappoint you, and need to trouble you and take up your precious time to help hope for the better for me. thanks but i am totally insincere about it. gees. whatever.
and i guess nobody who have that minimal number of brain cells required in his mind would actually fall for it.
i just could not figure out how much dead cells she had over there because they were actually uncountable. and it just kept multiplying. (k=1000, maybe?) and it infected to the area above and i guessed it died since people do know how to handle disgusting stuff. like not to ever touch it again. and indeed, they are now in the sewage system. if those dead cells could come alive, they would never ever want to be associated with that thing anymore. it is humiliating. what is it like being unwanted? Nobody could give a better answer, i swear. And sorry arhs, if you think that the area above was willing, ha! FALSE. sorry for that false hope. whoops~

Kill the snatcher.

And i am proud of it all. wheee!

"at least he was cool about it."
complete admiration.-
special in his own way even if nobody thinks so. (false, definitely!)
py still insists. haha.
py has silly and fun thoughts.
py likes them all still. yay*


ohelx. snogoh. elkoiyu.