Showing posts with label what do these do?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what do these do?. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Uhmmm.

Hi there, everybody.

It's. Uh. It's Sept again.

ohgodiknewthiswasabadidea

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We - well, Tom got mad at me for posting on her blog so I decided t - to make my own.

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It's nice, isn't it?

I made the layout myself. I don't know where the image is from, I googled 'cupcake' and - and this one showed up and...

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Well, I'm at Tom's now. I - I brought a little kitty with me (her name is Schrodinger. Y - you know, like the paradox? i'msorryiknowit'snotfunny) and Tom. Well. She. She. Well. The little kitty is safe, and that's what matters. She's in the living room and I - I don't think Tom knows about her, so please don't say anything?

Please?

I'm going to go lay down for a bit, I think. My - my head still hurts a bit after Tom hit me with that salami, and - and I didn't want to hurt her because I'm sure she didn't mean it and I was just so scared and angry be - because she hurt Shrody and I just want to keep the poor kitty safe after I found her under the van and - and ran over her tail (befo - before it went missing, that is.) and now it's kind of bent and black but she has the prettiest blue eyes and I love her.