Guess What's Wiggling

Sweet Tinkerbell Jesus!

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:46:29 GMT

I haven't updated in eleventy billion years! (Not 11, not a billion, but eleventy billion )

I was abducted by Real Life. It happens to the best of us. *sheepish grin*

A Writing Prompt!!!

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:11:40 GMT

Title: A Meeting, Writing Prompt
Author: wiggly_toes
Characters: Ianto Jones, Me
Rating: PG (Nothing happens, but contains the word "shag")
Disclaimer: Despite my wishes to the contrary, I have no ownership of Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness, The Hub, The Tourist Information Center, Cardiff, Wales, or anything else in this short piece of fiction that is even remotely familiar. All of the above is in fact owned by the BBC, and the intellectual property of one Russell T. Davies.
Summary: Writing Prompt: Choose a character from a story you have written or are in the process of writing, then write a scene or multiple scenes in which that character interacts with you, the author.

“Um…Hi!”

My voice sounds loud and awkward as it echoes back in the confines of my skull, and I watch, feeling vaguely mortified, as Ianto Jones’ eyebrow reaches epic heights. If there is one thing to be said about me, it’s that I never suffer a lack of pep.

“Hello”

He responds after an uncomfortable beat of silence; his voice as soft and smooth as the coffee he sips: a Brazilian roast brewed to the perfect creamy consistency and sweetened to my ideal specifications. When Ianto offers a second mug to me, I find myself considering the possibility that he is psychic. Ianto rolls his eyes maddeningly as I sigh into my coffee, taking pleasure in its perfection, a coffee-trait I’m unlikely to find outside of my own fiction.

“How did you know how I take my coffee?”

I asked suspiciously, peering into my mug at the delectable coffee-goodness still awaiting my taste. My mouth is watering, but I’m hesitant to sip: I watch Torchwood, I know all about this Retcon business.

“Because you wrote this story, and in it, you wrote that I know your coffee preferences” He paused minutely, before adding, “I also happen to know everything”

“This is quite true.” I agreed, and proceeded to chug my coffee with gleeful abandon.

“Ianto Jones!” I practically scream at him (he visibly winced) “This coffee is the nectar of the Gods! The nectar of the Gods, I tell you!”

With a chuckle, Ianto straightens his suit, the closest the man ever comes to preening; allowing himself a second or two to bask in my praise before neatly placing his hands on the desk in the Tourist Information Center and soberly watching as I excitedly snap pictures with my handy camera phone. I’ve taken a picture of the “infamous red button” that allows access to the Hub, the stone wall that opens into a door once said button is activated, the area of the floor where Captain Jack lovingly caressed the Doctor’s severed hand in Episode Two, and Ianto’s frowning face behind the desk that he and Jack have likely shagged all over, before I realize this is probably not allowed and sheepishly stuff my phone into my pocket.

“Don’t worry.” Ianto assures me “You also wrote that I conveniently forget to remove that phone from your person as you leave, because I’m startled by your beauty, and can’t quite seem to catch my breath.”

A/N: I’ve been becoming more and more frustrated with my writing, and thought that it might be a laugh to write a few cheesy fiction prompts, kind of like a fiction palette cleanser. I chose Ianto as my character, because my fiction self was in the mood for coffee. And really, who else would you go to for a fictional cup?

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 03:54:19 GMT

Is it just me, or do Tootsie Rolls look kind of like turds?

The Darth-Vader Legacy 1.2

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 04:28:40 GMT

[37 SNAPSHOTS, EXPLETIVES, ADULT THEMES, SHENANIGANS]

Previously on the Darth-Vader Legacy: Lauren was a huge bitch, we introduced an awesome naming theme, and we met hotties River and Chester!

When Lauren gets home from the LuLu Lounge, and her lame-o date with Chester, she decides to do the proper emo thing and write about it in her diary. She's feeling way too depressed to just write though, and gets a knife from the kitchen to physically carve her anger into her journal, the way she feels that her failure on a date has been forever carved into her soul.

Lauren: Oh dear diary, holder of my most private and intimatest musings, How shall I continue to go on now that Chester has spurned me in this darkest way?

I get a little creeped out, and decide that the best way for Lauren to cheer up is to try again with Chester. She decides that inviting him over for Halloween is the way to go, so I buy her a cheap closety thing and force her to model costume choices for you.

Our first choice for the evening is this lovely bumblebee costume.

Lauren: Maybe this sexy bee costume will make Chester want to pollinate my flowers.

Next, we try a more traditional Halloween option: the scary costume.

Lauren: I AM NOT HAPPY!!! YOU DON'T WANT TO MAKE ME ANGRY! YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY!!!

Hoping to avoid a third cheesy Hulk reference, I send Lauren off to change again.

I can't even get her to model this one, she just ignores the action in her queue and makes herself some pasta.

Me: Yeah, do what you want now, bitch. Just so you know, the more you enrage me, the more likely it is that I'm going to make you have Chester's love child.
Lauren: *is oblivious* I really like pasta! It's such a silly sounding word! PPPAAAAAAAS-ta!

So we invite Chester over, and he shows up DRESSED AS A SAILOR!!!!! Chester FTW. He has totally ousted River as my legacy spouse choice.

Lauren: OMG, our costumes totally match!

Chester: Yeah, I was going to come as a sumo wrestler but wiggly_toes said that no one wanted to see that much of me. And also that it would help me to get in your pants if our costumes matched. Or should I say your fins *wink wink nudge nudge*
Lauren Ugh! you are revolting. I hate you!

Lauren: You want me to do WHAT????
Me: Just flirt with him a little, I want to see what happens.
Lauren: Do I have to?
Me: I...DON'T...LIKE...YOU.
Lauren: Oh yeah.

He's totally into it!

In fact, there's some heart splooping action!! And I'm thinking that before the day is up, maybe I can get Lauren knocked up with a Chester love-child!

And then her carpool shows up. And she goes to work to her job as a pickpocket, DRESSED AS A F*CKING MERMAID!!!! Yeah, cuz that won't be conspicuous AT ALL!!!!

Also, this car is still giving me nightmares. And lol at her fin sticking out of the car door. Another note: I still suck at photoshop, but really really enjoy drawing all over pictures! :D

Huh. I guess mermaid=really fantastic pickpocket? Like, everyone is too busy being mesmerized by your sparkly scales that they don't notice your hand down their pants? Er...you know, taking their wallet...out of their pocket! Get your mind out of the gutter people!

I quickly rush Lauren inside to change into her normal clothes. I mean, it's not Halloween anymore, so tacky! Everyone will think she is doing the day-after-halloween walk of SHAME!!! Anyway naughtydolphin decides to stop by! I almost have Lauren greet her, but then I notice Lauren's bitchface in the background and I rush her inside. I can't afford for Denise to get beat up, I need to see who wins Big Brother!!

So, in case you were wondering, naughtydolphin lives in my game with all of the other self sims from my sister shoefleesims and my special Bella Goth update. So she's not to mad that Lauren doesn't greet her, she just goes home to play SSX3 with katu and simsforaranya

A job on the cuisine career track still isn't in the newspaper or on Humble's computer, so I make Lauren get the skill points she needs from another promotion.

Lauren: But...I have to do something??? I thought all I had to do was have really ugly babies! You promised me all the grilled cheese I wanted! You promised me a life of jumping on couches and sleeping in my underwear!
Me: If you get a Creativity point I'll summon Chester over.
Lauren: OK! *paints furiously*

Lauren tries some awkward conversation.

Lauren: So do you like GhostHunters? That's like a nerd show, right? So you like it...right? I watch sometimes cuz' that one guy Steve is kinda hot.
Chester: *stares*

OMG!!! BABIES!!! I WANT BABIES NOW!!!!

So, after the heart splooping action yesterday, I have a plethora of new actions available to me, which I thoroughly take advantage of.

Even with the onslaught of "kiss-peck" and "kiss-tender", it still takes about an hour for this to happen.

Another hour later, and there's finally some make-outage. I mean, really? She just wants to have his freaky-looking child. Does it really have to be twu love before they'll get down and dirty? I should really just break down and get ACR.

Okay, so finally, so sexytime!

A little more. :D

And then immediately, Chester rolls out of bed and heads home! Wow Chester, talk about the dine and ditch!

I reiterate: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN.

it's possible that this is just a dirty toilet. I had the game on mute so I wouldn't know if there was a jingle or not and I didn't see her run in there to throw up, but I might have missed it...my cat, Miss Kitty Fantastico, decided it was cuddle time and I missed a few minutes of the game.XD

OMG the car has eaten Lauren!!!!!!!!!

Teehee, I'm totally kidding. Now that Lauren's had Chester, we've totally lost all interest so we head downtown to scope for more mens!

So We head to The Hub. And lookie at this fucking bartender!!!!! Wowzah!

But I catch another, more Lauren-worthy redhead out of the corner of my eye. KOMEI!!!!! KOMEI IS HERE!!!! *waves and points ecstatically*

Lauren: I feel a tingling in my loins, this Komei character is HOT!!!

She decides to play it cool though, and talks to him only long enough for him to be in her relationship panel. She'll call him later.

Meanwhile, Crumpley tries to make amends for the other night. Of course, Lauren immediately leaves the bar. The waiter hasn't even given her the drink she ordered.

Lauren: This is a matter or principal. I can get drunk anytime, but it's not everyday I get to spurn an old lady.

While the waiter tries to look up Crumpley's skirt as she climbs the stairs, to see if the rumours are true, Lauren takes adavantage of his obliviousness and tries to act out a scene from her favorite movie, Coyote Ugly.

She is soon asked to leave

Lauren: Man, that place sucked! It would have been way cooler if dawn was here!
Me: You don't even know her!
Lauren: No, but I listen to her music, and it speaks to my soul!!!

As soon as she returns, I force Lauren to invite Komei over. She reluctantly agrees, and within minutes, he's waiting on her front lawn, while she practices her "come hither" lounging.

I told you she was practicing "come hither" lounging. Would I lie?

Lauren: Yes
Me: Shut up before I boolprop you to smithereens!

Komei: Why would I want to date a chick who let herself get knocked up by Chester Gieke? That guy's a nobody! He comes with University! No one even likes that expansion pack! They only get it for the zombies!

Me: She might not be knocked up, Komei! It could just me a dirty toilet! IT MIGHT JUST BE POOP, YOU HEAR ME?

Komei: Get out of my face gross-ey McGross-el-stien!I will NEVER have your illegitimate children!

Lauren: Um...I'm not asking you to? I want to have yo-

Komei: Talk to the hand, ugly! 'Cuz the face doesn't want to look! I won't let you violate me! My body is my temple!

Lauren: Erm...do you have any idea what just happened?

Me: Not a clue.

Komei leaves after that and I break down and ask Chester to move in. She can always have an affair with Komei later!

Chester: Um...I can hear you?

Me: Quiet Chester, I'm trying to narrate here!

Anyways, that's all for 1.2 of the Darth-Vaders! Next time: Will Lauren make an honest man out of Chester? Or fall for the more masculine Komei. Will we ever find a job on the Cuisine track? What the hell is Chester's LTW anyway? And most importantly....is the stinky green toilet a sign of babiez to come? Or just some digest grilled cheese?

So, some things:
-Firstly, I just want to thank everyone who read my last update. All of the comments were super encouraging. I added all of the suggested names to my list but I felt bad being responsible for picking them. So, I wrote every name on a piece of paper and put them in a big plastic bag. At first, I was going to separate them by gender, but I decided leaving them mixed would be funnier.
- All of the costumes are from MTS2, if you were curious ;)
- This update is really short for some reason, I think I need to get moving a little, or every generation is going to be like 10 updates long.

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:29:17 GMT

[37 SNAPSHOTS, LOTSA EXPLETIVES]

So, some of you may know me from The Thayer Legacy that I share with my sister, shoefleesims. Others of you may be thinking, who the hell is this bitch? That's okay though, this bitch is used to expletives. In fact, she encourages them... also, this has somehow awkwardly slipped into the third person...MOVING ON!!!

This is my attempt at a Legacy. Except that I hate rules, so I'm probably not going to be following any of them. Well, a few, but only the ones that I'll make up along the way and insist were in play all along ;)

So, are you ready to rumble? No? Well let's pretend you are anyway and get this party started!

It was a cold, stormy night when Thaddeus Darth and Hopscotch Vader met for the first time. He was an influential businessman and she, a left wing hippie prostitute with 11 toes. They were snowed in a hotel off of main street, where both Thad (in his Cadillac) and Hop (in her VW van) had pulled into once road visibility had become an issue. They arrived at the same time, but alas, only one room was available for the night ( a clown convention was in town and each room was stuffed with at least 20 clowns). Ever the gentleman, Thaddeus offered the room to Hopscotch, who found this pomp and circumstance strangely alluring. They decided to share and, long story short, spent the cold night "keeping each other warm".

Nine months later, a bloated Hopscotch pushed a baby girl kicking and screaming into this cold, cruel world. Not wanting the child to go through life nameless, and with no connection to her father, Hopscotch stayed long enough at the hospital to scrawl a name on a piece of toilet paper in her cheap red lipstick before disappearing into the night. "Lauren Darth-Vader" was born.

A note: at this point I have come up with my first pointless rule. Naming. All people will be named after people I didn't like growing up. Lauren is the name of my preschool frenemy. She bit my face once. And also finger painted me and got us both time out. I don't really remember her doing anything particularly heinous, but she's always stuck in my mind for some reason as being a bitch, so she seemed a natural choice as founder.

This is Lauren. She stands there for about 40 sim!hours. I soon find out that prodding her with a stick doesn't make her move, it only enrages her.

67 Lakeside Drive. Unfortunately, I can't be arsed to do the tiny founder shack thing. The interior is all pink though! That makes up for it, right?

Oh, here we go, this one is important! I suck at Photoshop if you couldn't tell *blushes*. Let's see, things to note: her 1 nice point, the fact that one of her turn-ons is charismatic (they're going to have to be, the poor sods), and the fact that her turn-off is swimsuits (believe me, I did you a favor. The kind of guys she's going to be falling for, you want to keep your retinas intact, right?)

Lauren: This is a gate.

Lauren: I fucking hate this gate!!!@!!!?!?@@!!!

All I end up buying Lauren is this car, which I spend weeks having nightmares about, and a burglar alarm.

Lauren: Why is this window here??? This window SUCKS! Frankly, I find your assumption that I would like to look outside insulting.

Me: Whatever freak, go study cooking.
Lauren: Cooking is sooooo awesome!! I love to cook!!!
Me: You've never cooked anything. How would you know?
Lauren: I know, but it sounds so cool! Like this word here: SPOON. Isn't that the coolest word ever? SPPPOOOONNN. And this one: STIR!
Me: *headdesk* You know Lauren, you're just as annoying as I remember you being in preschool.

Eventually, the welcome wagon arrives. Dear Game, Dina Caliente, Alexander Goth, and Dirk Dreamer? We're talking about my childhood enemy! I need to inflict more pain than that!!!!

Lauren's not too impressed anyway.

Lauren: Meh. Neither of these guys are blond.

Dina is though, So I send Lauren after her for a quick gender pref. test.

Lauren: This chick is way more happening than those ugly dudes out there!
Me: Yeah, but she's a gold digger. And I hate to break this to you...but you have no money.
Lauren: *sings* Well, I ain't saying she's a gold digger, but she ain't messing with no broke n-
Me: HEY!!! STOP!!!! I will not have rapping in my legacy! It's only my first update, I can't afford hate mail already!

I send Lauren to go tell Dina a joke to keep her busy.

Lauren: And the website was called "50 Things I'm Not Allowed to Do at Hogwarts" and one of them was "I've heard every possible joke about Oliver Wood's last name is not a challenge."

Dina: AHHAHAHAHHAAAA That's so clever!!!!
Lauren: Yeah well, I'm pretty awesome.

Lauren the proceeds to stare at Alexander Goth...for HOURS!

Lauren: I want to sit here. Maybe if I stare long enough, he'll get uncomfortable and move?

Dirk: My dad was right, your milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard!

Alexander: Stop staring at me bitch!

Lauren: Well maybe if you weren't so UGLY, I wouldn't be so transfixed by your hideousness BOOYEAH!

Lauren: Get it wiggly_toes? I just called him ugly. Teehee!

After getting a strong sense of déjà vu, I send Lauren to chat with Dina.

Lauren: How can I possibly chat with Dina when this wall is in my way??
Me: I's be more concerned with the fact that what Dina's doing right now generally calls for privacy.

Lauren RAWR!!! ~~HULK~~ LAUREN SMASH!!

Lauren: OM NOM NOM
Alexander: *grins* Maybe she'll choke!

I send Lauren to find a job on Mr. Humble's computer. Cuisine's not there today so I opt for Pickpocket instead. I figure Lauren's such a bitch, she'll enjoy that kind of work.

Some guy Lauren's never met calls to invite someone named Roger on an outing. He's pretty wasted, so when she informs him that he has the wrong number, he invites her along as well. She figures it's alright, as long as they go to a public place.

While waiting for the taxi, Lauren gets bored and decides to stir up some dramaz. I'm extremely relieved when the taxi arrives and she hustles off to the LuLu Lounge to meet Wrong-Number-Guy.

This is River. I'm not sure if it's the scruffy beard, or his cross eyed grin, but he appeals to me.

DAMMIT!!!!!

OH GOD! LOOK AT THAT PROFILE! I NEED HIM IN THIS LEGACY!!! RIVER, I WANT TO LOVE YOU MADLY!!! *ahem*...moving on...

Lauren and Mrs. Crumplebottom then proceed to bond over Sidecars.

Lauren: I shnow whatcha mean Crumpley! Men shuck! Itsh better to die alone!

Lauren continues to find every, single person in the club hideous, so I coax her into the hot tub with River and Inappropriate Conversation Lady.

Inappropriate Conversation Lady: I used to have balls!!!

Soon after that comment, River leaves, and Lauren decides to ~~follow him to his house~~ call it a night as well.

Before she can reach the pay phone, I catch a glimpse of tasteless orange in the corner of my screen and send Lauren running.

I have Lauren give her §21

Sweet Tinkerbell Jesus!!! HE'S PERFECT!!!

Lauren: Hey, baby want to Squeeze my Theorem while I poly your nomial?
Chester: I assure you, while I may seem ostensibly nerdy, even I would never fall for a pickup line as cheesy as that.

Mrs. Crumplebottom: Hey, put some clothes on you tramp!!
Lauren: Burn, Crumpley, burn. I thought we were friends?

The date pretty much fizzled down to lame after her encounter with Crumpley, so I send her home in shame. :(

Next Time on the Darth-Vader Legacy: I have no idea, I haven't played ahead. :D

AHHHH!!!

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 22:37:48 GMT

Okay, I know, this journal pretty much has flies buzzing around it from lack of use.

    Whatever, so I'm not an avid blogger, I have other incredibly attractive qualities! But I digress, right now I need to make some major life decisions and I'm freaking out about them. How do I make a decision about the rest of my life, when I'm only 1/4 of the way through living it? It seems pretty unrealistic to me. Anyone agree??? Yes? Yes? Thanks, I'm glad for the support.

   Alrighty, let's get into the meat of things, shall we? Some background: Currently, I'm on a semester off from a 4-year state school where I was studying ~~Art education~~, ~~Criminal Justice~~, Psychology. Because of my inability to make up my mind regarding my major and in turn, my future career, I am at the academic level of a Sophomore, as opposed to that of a Senior. This blows, and that's really all the comment I have regarding that aspect of the background info. I'm also working as a key holder at a well-known trendy plus size clothing store at my local mall. This job has pretty much saved my life from the clutches of despair. Without this job to focus my energy into, I'm confidant that I would have combusted by now. I'm talking explosion into a fiery conflagration of DOOOOM (!) here.
    Anyway, I really, really love my job. I mean, LOVE love. Like the way that I love Gareth David Lloyd and want to do dirty things to his body kind of love. (not that I want to do dirty things to my job. XD) I've been thinking recently, that all of this aimless schooling is getting me nowhere. Why don't I go to school for something practical, something I already have a job doing, and something that my company may give me a scholarship to go to school for? This is how I came across fashion merchandising. I have a few aquantainces and a cousin go to school for this, so I was intruiged. My problem: I dont want to actually design. I really couldn't give a flying fart about designing, I just want to take what other people have made and make it look fabulous on the wall of some trendy boutique to the point where everyone who sees my wall needs to buy everything on it. I'm pretty ambitious if you couldn't tell.
    So, I want to become a fashion merchandiser and work as a district manager or some high up position at the store I'm currently working at. That's nice right? The problem, besides having to work my way up through the company, is that my school doesn't offer fashion merchandising, or anything relating to it. In fact, the only school that has a program that seems remotley reasonable is a 2 hour drive from my house and offers Retail Management and Fashion Merchandising as a degree. But get this...it's...a....COMMUNITY COLLEGE!!!!!! *dies*
    Now, here is the deal: I'm a smart girl. Really smart. Not blow things up with your mind smart or anything, but I'm pretty up there. Can I really bear the social stigma of going to a community college? I mean, I feel the need to explain to people now why I ended up at a state school, never mind why I'm still at the academic level of a Sophomore. Can I really hold an respect for myself if after all of these years of classes and money I end up with only an associates degree?????

Well, That's all for now. I figure that I need to tackle one problem at a time. And this is the one with the closest deadline. I know that there are only a few people that read this, but I'm not friends locking it, just in case someone stumbles across this by accident, I would love your input.

Hugs,
Jess

Dancing at Discos, Eating Cheese on Toast

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:16:41 GMT

Why don't I ever write in here? I used to update this thingy all the time. I thinks I should get back into that habit. If I am engulfed by the trash in my room and suffocate to death, it would be nice to have some kind of written record of my existence floating around the web forevermore. For serious though, that's one of the things that really freaks me out about the internetz. I had a friend pass away recently, and no one in her family has bothered to delete her facebook. I know, I know, it's very selfish of me. Obviously, this is the last thing on their minds and all. But to be completely honest, it really freaks the shit out of me to look at Harry Potter Magic Spells (or whatever that app is called) and see her face looming out from the "recent spellcasters section". It has me wanting to delete the app. Also, I have requests from her. Like, requests for me to get an app that I don't have. I don't want to delete them. I mean, she's dead. So they sit there, in Facebook limbo with the skeevy guy I've never heard of's friend request and numerous "Sailor Moon" requests and I have to see them every time I log on. *exasperated sigh* Am I the only one who thinks about these things? Why can't she just be alive? :(

Mon, 05 May 2008 18:14:53 GMT

I miss Ian

Acabellas

Sun, 04 May 2008 18:29:54 GMT

Concert Tonight!

That's all I have to say

Diet Dew

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 19:40:23 GMT

I've been spending a lot of time thinking lately, actually, reflecting is a better word.

I've been spending a lot of time reflecting lately and I've come to a bitter conclusion: Last year I was smarter. Maybe not SMARTER because I did a lot or incredibly stupid things, but more witty, more reflective, more calm.

There have been a lot of things going on in my life, a lot of really shitty things. In the past, lets just keep using the last year example, I would bitch and moan, make funny jokes about them, enlist the help of friends to solve the problem using some kind of prop or theme,, and then I would make a comic about it. This year, I have completely removed myself from reality. I joke around with Ian, make up my own TV shows, make crazy old men voices, but then when the bills come I just have a breakdown for a day, do nothing, and continue my childish antics.

I don't do things. Nothing gets solved. I am awful to be around. So, since I am sitting here writing this, I plan on actually doing something, even if it's just one thing. One tiny, minuscule thing to resurrect old Jess. I'm going to shower, and then go deposit my paycheck, and then go pay a bill. See that's THREE things. Also, tonight, I have Acabellas. So you see, a rescue attempt is being made.

So, back to reflecting on my increased stupidity (which seems to be combined with awkwardness) I have a possible theory. Diet soda. You see, diet soda has a chemical called NutraSweet in it, which essentially obliterates your brain cells. It goes "pow pow pow" with its little nutra-guns and then BAM! You are stupider. So, considering the fact that since dinner last night (at ten when i got home from work) I have had 4 diet dews, (keep in mind that I didn't wake up until 1ish) I think I have found the culprit for the mass braincell murder. And all i have to say is, watch your back diet dew....it'll happen when you least expect it.... MUAHAHAHA.

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 01:58:11 GMT

So this is what happiness feels like? I just thought i had a cold. :D

pg. 138 of The Alienist by Caleb Carr

Thu, 13 Oct 2005 02:33:59 GMT

i'm a little coconut
living in a coconut hut
people always step on me
that is why i'm cracked you see
i'm a nut *clap clap* in a hut *clap clap* so craaaaaazy!!
call myself upon the phone
just to see if i'm at home
ask me out upon a date
pick me up at half past 8
i'm a nut *clap clap* in a hut *clap clap* so craaaaaazy!!
take myself to the movie show
sit me in the very back row
wrap my arm around my waist
get so fresh i slap my face
i'm a nut *clap clap* in a hut *clap clap* so craaaaaazy!!

****I stole this from kyle who stole it from some girl who lives in Florida****

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 01:18:04 GMT

hot froggy sex...lmfao

Fall

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 00:35:18 GMT

FALL

We

are Adam and Eve

born out of chaos called

creation

Ribbing me gave you life

yet you forget

there will always be

a part of me in you

yes

I taunted and tempted

you

with my forbidden fruit

does that make

me

the serpent too?

Believe what you will

but if i am exiled

alone

i know we will be

together again someday

naked

without shame

in paradise

my thanks to you

for being in on my

sin