its 3am and im at insomnias house! WEEEE!!! i dunno what im doing, but i cant feel anything... like not..feel-feel..but i cant feel any emotions and stuff.. which is why i dont feel a thing after this guy i really like told me he likes someone else. lol this is gonna sound really funny tomorrow.
i gotta stay on something. for like..ever. heh. :pills:
i'm giving Lockerz invitations *^*! just send me u'r e.mail and i'll give u one :)
estoy regalando invitaciones a Lockerz *^*! solo enviame tu mail y te daré una :)
me faltan 12 personas aun :(, quien me ayuda? tengo que llegar a 20 invitaciones aceptadas ._.
Well this sucks.. My story is going no where. I haven't even started. I want to get it done. but that is kind of hard when my thoughts look like a rubber band ball. When I said i was going to do this story my brain decided it was going to write not 1, or 2, but THREE!!! things at once. So every night when I sit down at the computer to write my brain just runs and runs. but nothing gets done. and it is causing major head aches. I don't know how to get around this block. but I think it needs to be broken soon. Any ideas?
I hate my life. I hate my cousin John and his stupid friend Mark. OFFICIALLY!!!!
Yet me start from the beginning. I was sat in my room. Just chilling with Gabby when my bisexual cousin Vald came up and asked if he'd left his umbrella up here.( it isn't raining but he still want's it.long story.) So I help him search for the damn thing coz I saw it up here last night. When his lovely and rather good-looking gay German boyfriend comes up. Can't remember why? And Vald being Vald forget's about his missing umbrella and starts flirting with the lad. Which as per usually leads to them kissing. So I'm like okay random gay porn happening randomly
One crisp, beautiful fall morning a woman in her mid-twenties wakes up in a log cabin. The cabin is surrounded by a beautiful, colorful, flower filled meadow. At the edge of the meadow is a very dense forested area. She looks out her bedroom window towards the forest. All the memories of dates, pictures, kisses, and hugs flood her mind. Behind her on the dresser there is a picture taken in the forest she stares into now. In the picture it is her. A man’s arms are tightly wrapped around her waist wrapping her up safe and warm. His lips planted on her cheek, a much loved smile on both of their faces. Next to her picture sets a wedding