[Lord Starscream]'s diary
Ok, ok, I SHOULD have put this up awhile ago.. >_> But, the other, other day, me and mom were driving around and saw a truck that had been spray painted White with black patches. So, I was totally like, AWESOME! Cow print truck! ;D I thought it rocked.
But, a few days ago, my mom said she talked to the guy. Apparently, NO, it wasn't a cow print truck ("damn!"). It was actually....
(And, really, only in Alaska...)
Snow camoflauge. >_> WHAAAAT? Not White and Black, dammit, Either White, or White and Light blue, dammit!
lol. I had to share that. :3
So, uh, uh. >_> I made a wetpaint page.. :3
I think I need help making it, cause I'm drawing a blank.. >.>'
Help?? :D
> http://allgood
I think that's it. :3
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:3 I just finished the second season for Slayers, and I think I also realized why I read yaoi more then I read het when it comes to the fanfiction department. I have to like the female character of the series. No, actually, I have to ADORE them. >3 And, I ADORE Lina Inverse. But, in, let's say, Naruto, I didn't really like Sakura...or Hinata (not that I hated them, though, Sakura really annoyed me). And, In D.Gray-Man, I like Linalee, but...Not as much as I like Allen, Kanda, and Lavi. :D And in KHR, well, it's mainly a guy-cast, and though I do like Haru, at least....
Anyway, you get the point. :3 So, It's not like I don't like reading Het, I just need, well, to be a fangirl for a, well, girl before I can. :3
So, the booth was a total success. I stayed for 10 and sold out at 2, I think. :3 I had about 30 comets, and 3 betta. I nearly sold out before noon on comets. Then I started the Betta's at noon, and I got soo much money off of them. :3 I got them for free, and I really have to thank The woman at "All Good Things" (our pet store). I am so happy. Next year, Ima do that at May fest and the next 4th.
So...Ima be at my booth tomorrow, and will probably be there most of the day, then, it's fireworks! :3 And, hopefully, I can call Randi tomorrow.
Aww, and all the goldfish I got are so adoreable! They's all tiny. :3 And I got two red Betta (If they don't go away after the fourth, I'ma naming them "Twins", one being "Twin2", the other "Twin1" lol) and one blue, very spotty one. He's more of a grey blue, actually, but, whatever, he's gots lots of Freckles. Anyway, all of them fish are to go to the booth. I hope it goes well.
Oh, I got my Paycheck. :3 I'll have enough to send Randi's Take-Care Package, pay my dad back, and hopefully refil my phone. I hope so, but I have to wait until Monday. *shurg*
But, whatever, no worries. Off to bed.
"Fuck you up real nice"
About time I looked up vids on KHR! XD
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haha, lame
Vice knew he shouldn’t. Really. He had been scolded enough on the subject not to know that he shouldn’t. But, he couldn’t help it. They should be thanking him. At least he didn’t leave any dishes behind for them to wash.
So, with that in mind, he felt no remorse as he opened the fridge and took out the half-full milk jug. Besides, he was sure everyone was too preoccupied with each other and their tasks to go into the kitchen in time to see him drinking the milk straight from the carton.
Shamelessly, he unscrewed the cap and lifted it to his lips with ease. The wonderfully cool liquid poured down into his mouth easily, and the tiger closed his eyes as the milk gathered over his taste buds, alerting his senses with the divine taste. Cool, refreshing, delicious. He swallowed, and he mouth was, once again, filled with the delightful liquid known as milk.
Often, Vice had found himself wondering why cats, in general, loved milk so much. But, every time he drank it, he was reminded why.
He suspected it had something to do with feeling young again, drinking from mother’s teat. Though Vice could never truly recall what his mother had looked like, he, while drinking milk, often remembered a warm, cozy place. Especially when drinking warm milk.
Vice felt pure bliss as the milk continued to flow into his mouth. However, his joy was ruined when Jack, intent on getting some Advil for her son’s terrible headache, walked into the kitchen.
“Vice!!” Surprised, Vice nearly spit out the precious liquid. His cat ears flattened on his head and his shoulders rose as he was caught in the act. Jack took the milk jug as she started to, once again, berate him for, once again, drinking from the milk jug. He watched as the woman screwed the lid back on, going on about germs and some non-sense like that, and put the nearly empty jug back in the refrigerator.
As she continued to go on about the price of milk, all he could think about was how surprised he was at how much he had ended up drinking (he had only wanted about a cup or two’s worth), and how pleasant it had tasted.
Half of the top floor had been demolished in Tsunas attempts at liberation, which only served to fuel Mukuros glee. But when Tsunas infinite patience finally snapped, he had kicked Mukuro down the elevator chute from the top floor without the elevator. Even now, he could still hear the perverted laughter echoing through his ears, haunting his dreams as Mukuro descended joyfully into the abyss. It was a universally accepted fact that the only plausible reason for Rokudo Mukuros continued survival was that the Devil didnt want him.
Tsuna would vehemently argue that Mukuro was Lucifer himself.
428
*2.57
=1099.96
1099.96/60 =18.333 Hours.
O-o If my Math is right, I've listened to "Your Gunna go Far, Kid" By the Offsprings for 18 hours, totally 428 times.