[.+.+.: I.WannA.BE.A.JedI.KnighT. :.+.+.]
Ok, so like... wow
. A whole page just for moi to fill full of bullshit about me! Well you're going to have to bare with me a while, it'll take time for the idea's to start flowing but once they do, this will be like sex
on a page I promise
My only [LOVE], sprung from my only hate
Too early seen unknown, and known too late
Prodigious [birth of love] it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy
.The ColD sIdE of The PilLoW.
.Being in love, and being loved.
.Waking up with a smile upon my face.
.Novels with meanings.
.Curling up with Skye.
.The three people I love.
Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me.. Like any hot-blooded woman, I have simply wanted an object to crave.. But you, you're not allowed, you're uninvited...♥
Ja[c]k -><- Ja[c]k
[A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..]
.+*What an excellent Idea. See kids, this is a disaster waiting to happen. To be exceeding 50mph on such a thing as a motorcycle with someone very dear you perched delicatley on the back is not only fucking stupid but fucking realistic. This guy deserves to die before the story even progresses, as he's already been the stupid ass to get them into this fucked up situation in the first place*+.
[Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.]
.+*No fucking shit shirlock. 90mph? Isn't it rather late to realise your fear of speed? Why not have mentioned this little fact before you threw your thunder-thigh over the back of some pre-teen bad-ass wannabe's bike*+.
[Guy: No, this is fun.]
.+*Well this is reassuring. I bet you're dumped after this little episode you useless bag of shit*+.
[Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!]
.+*Awwwww diddums! Want to go home to momma? Well its too fucking late now!*+.
[Guy: Then tell me you love me.]
.+*See, if this was me, on the back of my boyfriends bike speeding down a stretch of road and he said something fucking stupid like "Tell me you love me" I'd have thought he was about to tell me he'd slept with my best friend and they were expecting their first born. The fact my life was in his hands would have refrained me from kicking his ass, and we'd have probably driven around for a few hours until I'd cooled down. But no. This story has to have a shitty ending so everyone posts it to eachother like good little conforming sheep*+.
[Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!]
.+*LMAO, what a let down. Last words you're going to hear and she's being a sarcastic cunt. No offence, but I know how this story ends and I'd have kept my fucking helmet after that reply!*+.
[Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.]
.+*Oh a BIG hug, hmm? What use is this going to do? Could he not unzip his fly and ask for a quick suck before he gives up his life for you, you self-important whore?*+.
[*Girl hugs him*]
.+*My god, she's been cock-whooped into shape now hasn't she?*+.
[Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.]
.+*THIS is the bit that I always laugh my ass off. The fact that only one of the retards was wearing a helmet. Why not cover yourself in tar and play camoflauge in the midle of a main road? I'm assuming this would be safer?*+.
[(In the paper the next day)]
[A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.]
.+*Beats contraception any day*+.
And the moral of this story is...
Stop sending chain mail! It pisses me off!!!