I�can�not�write.
I wonder why. I�m prepared for this to all sound like crap :o( why does everything I write sound like someone else wrote it?
I need a poptart to sort this problem out.
I�m back, poptart in hand�well, no, not �in hand� because this thing is hotter than the fucking sun, but on a plate�and I have milk and a milkshake straw thing. I feel like a kid! I just hope I don�t spill it on the keyboard.
Anyway�the other night I spent a while messing around on Blogthings and I found some funny stuff, but I didn�t really want to put any of it on here because I was too busy doing all the different quizzes! Ha ha ha�anyway�this is great (see below in a second�) but I didn�t find it when I was looking round on there, I got to it through a link on this page of the wonderful Leesmry�s diary :o)
Matt is going to be over the moon when I tell him this�
Your Boobies' Names Are... |
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oh, and this too�
| L | Legendary |
| O | Odd |
| U | Useful |
| B | Brutal |
| E | Exquisite |
| E | Exhausting |
�because, apart from useful (which I hardly ever am�) and exquisite (which I NEVER am!), it�s all true�ha ha ha�
Okay�I�m bored of doing this and Matt is almost home from his 4 hour (so far) long trek to Ikea that he DIDN�T take me on *ahem*�and I�d have gotten him there a lot faster mutter mutter�so yes, I�m going to force some sims to over work themselves til they go mad in a frenzy of�madness.
And away I go!
(extremely chocolately mini rolls are making me fat)
Commissioned from:
Last Lemon Productions!
