Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
So I feel drunk, and I'm a 14 year old girl, and I have never gotten drunk, or had any liquor in my life. But if I'm really tired or something just goes wrong with my brain, I become a drunk.
My cat, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden (aka Dresden), meowed and then I turned to him and meowed back like a weirdo. He meowed again, and I meowed back. Then at that time my dad looked at me and said something along the lines of, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
i just responded with, "I think I'm drunk," and slid down the first two or three stairs.
Then I got a glass of milk, and put some chocolate sauce in it. Then I went downstairs, said gnight to my lil sis and all stuff, and walked back up the stairs.
I was just walking up the stairs and my leg started to hurt.
And you know what I did?
Yelled profanities at the top of my lungs.
You wanna know exactly what I said?
"BITCH. WHORE. MOTHER HUMPER. SHOVE A RUSTY SPORK, UP MY ASS!"
I literally dunno what is going on in my life anymore.
And now that everyone has found out Imma weirdo, and has now left the book, and has now gone to a galaxy far far away, I can start yelling profanities at the top of my lungs again!
BUTTS! I FUCKING LOVE BUTTS! FUCK YOU! AND YOU! AND YOUR DOG! Oh wait... I like your dog. Gimme him.
I mean... Oh... there's still people here.
UHHHH! SOWWY! I GO NOW!
Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^
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That Special Kind of Love
RandomUhhhhhh. This was brought on because my brain didn't want to study for my finals. It'll all be explained in the prolouge, which I wrote after I was done with my English final. I need a life. Also Undertale. Ye. Skeletons. Freaky fish guys. Dinosaurs...
