Don't hate

Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.

I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.

I'm so hardcore. Me and nodeg went to the mall yesterday, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Green Day CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. nodeg got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.

Last night I had to masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.

I want to tell the world to get fucked.

I am really annoyed with those assholes at _are_you_hotter_than_us_? because I am so much cuter than them, and those photos don't do me justice. They can't reject me, so I'm starting my own rating community. Click here to join (the first five applicants are automatically accepted).

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.

I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, which makes me different enough to be interesting, but the same as all the other cool people with bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you what job you'll do when you grow up.

That's enough for now, but I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself ( Not safe for work - teehee )

Update on Vicki

Butter fingers was sick all day. Surprise, surprise. She threw up all night and I think most of the day. My husband was home with her in the morning and part of the afternoon. She wouldn't eat her lunch, and only wanted to drink water.

She couldn't wait to get outside when I got home, but all she did was pee. She's been obsessed with drinking water. I guess it's the only thing her little tummy can handle. I gave her supper, but she won't eat it. I think she nibbled a bit, but that's it.

My husband cleaned up some of the mess, but there was still a lot for me to do when I got home. I gave her a bath, cleaned out both her kennels, cleaned the floors, and threw her blankets in the washer. I think her vomit smells worse than human vomit. I almost threw up in the washing machine it's so bad. I can't get the stink out of the house either. I sprayed some Febreeze Air Freshener, and now it smells like melon puke.

Do you think she learned her lesson? Neither do I. Now she's whining to go back outside. That's my cue.