happy birthday to me, i belong in a tree I think i deserve it, for always forgetting my friend's birthdays even though there is only two or three. I never send them presents either even though being all the way across teh continent is no excuse. So i guess i should have expected that. I've been on my computer reading stories and stories and manga online that I actually felt the smile i had to give to my mother. my skin protested and she asked me if i had stabbed my self again with my salad fork.
that was a horrible day.
stupid fork.
I also feel bad about not writing any of my stories. Its like ive given up on gaanaru and just focused of HPLV. I'm running out of good fanfiction to read that's rated M. I should really just start so then some miracle happens and the inspiration fairy can kick my arse in gear. Maybe i could illustrate my new naruto chapter on deviantart to appease my writers so they won't lynch me with something scientifically impossible. Like carnivorus radioactive tomatoes.
shudders. I shouldn't undersestimate the fans...
curse my violent attitude swings. If it isn't that one day i like coffee and the next day tea. Monday: HPLV
Tuesday: Sesskag
Wednesday: totally and wierdly into Tokyo Akazukin which is basically ( blood, gore, hentai, lolicon, and this little red riding hood who wants to be eaten by "mr. wolf" and won't bloody well die until she does. -airily- She's 11 btw.) It's pretty interesting if you manage to stomach the fact that she's seems to be sexually active.
Thursday: Back to HPLV because Voldemort and Harry being evil are smexy bitches Also after a mental mouthwash to get rid of that HPLV flavor I read FGHP and just for the hell of it I developed a sudden urge to read Naraku/Kagome. Which I DID. and I LIKED it. So much for hardcore Sesskag. Even though there was that one SessKagNar...-drool- that was hot....
So I think i'm over deathklok. Just some residual flashes to randomly see it.
it'll come back.
I just know it. They always do.
Wonder just what the fuck I'm going to do.....ho hum