I got out of bed Customize.
I feel Customize.
I'm so Customize.
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 sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
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 a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And 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 you're a moron.
Fuck you I won't do what you told me? Un less I'm in a room filled with drunken frat boys. Then I'dd totally do what you told me!
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself. (Not safe for work - teehee).
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