I'm blogging at 4.34am. I turn nocturnal during the holidays. sjdlajsdsajldkjaldcvfrlqjkdl.

I'm fucking hungry. Maybe I'll go make toast.

Today it was my mom's fault this plate fell on my foot. but she goes "it's because youre room is messy it's come back to haunt you." WTF. I AM RELATED TO THIS *!^!%@

I'm watching Tyra Banks fawn all over Beyonce. I need a life.

Go to veganza.org. Oh, but for stupid people who do not understand satire, stay away. And preferably out of my life.

Father: you know that i love you, my children.
Children: yes, father.
Father: but you know that i can’t stand the bad things that you do.
Children: yes father, but we are sorry, and we try hard not to.
Father: that is good, and i forgive you because you love me.
Children: thankyou, father.
Father: but if any one of you ever stops loving me, i will slash your tendons with a razorblade, and roast you over an open fire until you die in screaming agony. remember that i love you, my children, and that i don’t force you to do anything i say. i’m just going to stoke the fire now.

Ah, the convent will punish me won't they. I bring shame to it.

Okay, toast time before I faint from hunger.


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