Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Emerging sometimes.

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Yes, a rare enough case, but somehow it happened, yet I only moved with the tunnel to just about ten meters away in my own home. At least I had people there to witness it. Then again I guess my friends get out about as much as I do.

On Saturday night I invited two of my friends from work over to my house, I've gotten to be quite good friends with both and enjoy both of their company equally as they also enjoy each other's with that.



But I realised one thing, my friends seriously also don't get out that much, seeing as when they saw my room and my camera everything got tried on and there HAD to be photos taken of it all.

Aftermath? Here you go:



It's been quite fun.
While it lasted of course.
In a week I will be going into hibernation again with the arrival of my man love bear -chuckles- Phil. Afterwards you'll get an amazing update.
<3 Happy World Cup till then.

all my love.
Jun-A.

Andrew, Who. Are. You?

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So a while ago I realised something extremely strange between my iTunes music. Now, it's nothing mind-blowing but I have been wondering about it for the past year (probably) what this means and why it is so.

My problem is that in-between a lot of my bands some of the songs will have a different Album name than most. This is probably not strange, but what is, is that all the so-called 'different' album names are all named after a boy called Andrew. I mentioned this to Philip, but he was busy not paying attention to me. Only enough to just yell 'WHAT?!' all the time. So I gave up and mentioned it to someone else. They also had no idea.

Adamant on showing Phil that I'm not on hard drugs or delusional, I took a screen shot to prove myself:



After doing this I saw that most of the music was from my friend Kristen. So I wall-posted her on Facebook with a link to the image.



Luckily, she responded quite fast and explained it all to me. "The songs from those albums are from compilation albums that 'insert hidden name' made for his friends. And he always made the title about this person (real or not, I don't know) called Andrew. I literally have hundreds and hundreds of songs from these Andrew albums."

So there you have it kids.

Mystery:
kinda solved.
Also, I'm not crazy.

Jun-a.
<3

Furry Little Bugs.

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Here are some more photos of my time in Durban with my man. This was when we spent a day walking around the suburb he lived in taking little snapshots of it all and some of his house and the animals that roam free there.



If you want to see anything bigger, just click on the whole thing. Unfortunately I don't have the patience to upload ever photo side by side.

The album on
Facebook

Oh wells.
Jun-A
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Hello Mister, Plan On Staying? -or- I Just Wrote A Whole Post On Doves.

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About two days ago I was just relaxing in my room, probably busy Facebook-ing as I heard a shrill yell coming from the living room. Obviously knowing my dear mother has come across something horrific again I went to check it out. After asking her about five times (as I do with everything) before I got my response she pointed to the door. What did I see, but a dove.


(excuse the shitty zoom, my mom was yelling at me at this stage.)

Yes, that guy, well at least I think it's a he, just traipsed around our living room looking very uninterested in what we had to show. Round about here is when he decided to fly. Now obviously, being the 'MAN' I am, I squealed like a little girl, (why yes, I do know pigs squeal) slammed my door and told my mom to tell me when it's safe to come out.

(Flying things y'know, they're kinda creepy.)



Anyway, the little guy managed to fly into her toom and land on her ceiling fan. (As pictured above.) Eventually we managed to get him down and catch him. Of course after our maid ran around pointlessly saying things I don't ever really understand. Which is when I realised that Mr. Dove was actually quite the nice guy. They, doves, are pretty cute and sort of lovable and would make interesting pets, but I don't think I could ever bring myself to take his freedom away. Who's house would he spend an afternoon in then?

It was a nice visit all in all.
Next time watch out for the walls.
And though you were pretty rad.
Just try not to fly.
Please.

Yours Sincerely.
Jun-A.
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I guess it's my turn.

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So everyone has written about Splashy so far. They've written about the bands, about the things we've done and about the people. They've blogged about it up and down. And honestly I don't really feel like blogging about it as much. I don't really feel like I need to but I want to show that I was there, that I enjoyed the bands and the people just as much. So I thought what I can do is always link you to everything:

James:
Part 1.
Part 2.

Amy-Sue:
Blog.
Photos.

Xavier:
Photos.

Other Amy
-or-
MizzSaville:
Photos.



So all in all, it really was amazing and I'd do it over again next year. Hell I probably am. There's nothing like 5 degree weather with pouring down rain, tents and someone who hogs the blankets.
Gotta love splashy.

Jun-a.
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Having A Mare?

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No no, apparently that does not mean shoving a full grown lady horse out of your vulva. Quite saddening right? Yeah, I know. This does though mean having a really good time, a time so good that it literally borders on becoming a nightmare. Well that's at least what I got told by Philip and his Rhodes buddies.

Anyway, back to the point. For the past eleven days I've been in Durban; the most magical place known to man. Where the people are laid back, the drivers take their time, the weather is unpredictable and everything is just snazzy. I went down to Durban for what I've already mentioned to be Splashy Fen as well as to see THIS MAN:



I won't lie, it was probably one of the best 2 week vacations I've ever had. I didn't do much after Splashy, though I did go and watch How To Train Your Dragon. I also had a friend/chef prepare a big Indian themed feast for us: bean bunnies, chicken tiki masala and more. Met a Swedish girl who had me taste a Snus My great friend Sophie had me taste a Snus, and I went on a long walk around Philip's neighbourhood taking photos with and of him.

I 'particularly' like this one he took of me:



Overall it was amazing and I had such a lovely time with all my friends. Maybe I'll put up some pictures maybe I won't. But for now.
Thank you Splashy.
Thank you Friends.
Thank you Durban.
Thank you Philip.
I love you all.
Jun-A.
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It's My Party,

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And I'll cry if I want to?
So this weekend was my birthday, Saturday 6th of March, and I had a couple friends over. Also, by a couple I literally mean three. I got woken the morning by my parents singing, and my mom holding a cupcake with a candle and some letters and socks. (Presents still to be picked out, yet I don't know what I want.)



This year I really wasn't looking for a party or anything, so I just invited a few friends I rarely see and we had a movie marathon. They got me some lovely presents, my one friend got me a box of sweets with a bracelet and a bookmark she made herself in a little old lip balm holder. It was adorable.



The other two girls went looking for a cake, but couldn't find any place to get one, so they decided on the next best thing. Cupcakes, which by the way are so beautiful that I struggle to want to eat them.



Though I eventually ate that one, and now I have a sugar headache. Noes, right?!

Oh well.
Thank you Liesl.
Thank you Tamlyn.
Thank you Nicci.
Thank you Family.
Thank you Friends.

It was nice.
So nice.

Jun-A.

Step In Time.

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After Robyn left I had my lovely friend Kristen here for a day. But more on her later.

A few days after that my dear friends Amy-Sue and Tayla came for a short visit. This short visit included watching The Killers live at the Coca-Cola Dome. It was amazing. So nice and I liked it a lot.




We had such a nice time and hung out with my friends at my house, playing drinking games and behaving like morons. Yet it was still pretty cool.

After this I met up with Kristen again, as well as James, Nich and Nicole. We went out last night and partied it up. Behaving this time like silly fools and driving around yelling also waking my friend Phil up at 2 AM with drunk dials. It was a good few weeks.

Thanks Amy-Sue.
Thanks Tayla.
Thanks Nich.
Thanks Kristen.
Thanks James.
Thanks Nicole.
Thanks Robyn.
Thanks Hein.
Thanks Friends.
Sorry Phil.
It was nice.
So nice.

I Hate Everyone.

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A few days after the arrival of my envelope my friend Robyn paid me a visit. It was a week with her and I had a really nice time. I miss her already and care a bunch for her.



While she was here we did plenty things such as watch movies, watch New Moon hang out in flea markets and malls, bake pancakes, make brownies and just all the nice little things. We also went Go Carting with our friend Hein. It was lovely.

We took some photos with each other, I might put them on my DeviantArt account.

Preview:

thanks robyn, the photos are lovely.

It was nice.
So nice.

dearoldlove.

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DEAROLDLOVE.

Howdy 'Do

Seems like I change my hair every time you break my heart, maybe hoping that you won’t recognize me, and will fall in love with me again.



Necessary Silence

This silence, while necessary, is heartbreaking.

I really love this site, I also really love this picture that I took of my dear friend Kristen at the local Zoo.
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Will The West Coast Be Enough.

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What has happened to us?
Seriously though, having a conversation with Greg here and I'm shocked. Okay now most of you are pretty confused and baffled as to what I'm talking about...

See what I'm getting at is this:

It's about 21:00 and Fokofpolisiekar are about to start playing. I've got an hour untill my parents pick me up, I'm fifteen and in the middle of the mosh pit getting the bruises of my life. It's 16:00, Straatligkinders just put on their first Pretoria show ever, It's my sweet sixteen, I'm busy sweating like a pig and skanking it up like never before, flesh tunnels fresh in my ears.

Somewhat like this image.

siesa, I know.

It's 20:00, I'm on vacation in Durban, City Bowl Mizers just started playing. I'm jumping up and down and yelling the lyrics as loud as I can, I'm 17. It's 22:00, I'm being squished to a pulp, watching Muse, standing there singing along, still seventeen. It's about 21:30, I'm standing still, holding a beer, watching Fire Trough The Window. I'm, once again, still 17.

i'm the one wearing the lumberjack.

It's 23:00, I'm standing watching aKING play, singing along, just singing along standing there with a friend, I'm 18. It's 17:00, I'm watching some crappy hardcore metal band I'm just standing there, not even paying attention, I think I was on MXiT even, I'm 18. Why am I even here. Where is everyone. This show is pointless. I'm going home. I really don't want to be here, and it's cold.

I really miss being 16.
dotdotdot
Little-J.

Inspiring Design.

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My friends are pretty cool. They also enjoy blogging as much as I do, probably even more. Which makes me feel a little less bad for not having a life.

Such as Inspiring Design. This blog is a really nifty blog where two of my friends show the most exciting new designs they have found or even stumbled upon.

My one friend is James:



Wordpress.
Blogger.

James is an Architecture student, who mostly puts up cool designs about buildings and such where as.

Graham:



Online Portfolio and Cool Things

Graham studies Branding Communication at Vega, so you'll see a lot of cool designs from the branding world from his side.

His own art is also like encountering my Mexican Mustache on Baby Jesus... bloody amazing.

So give these boys a gander, If you look at the About Us section on their joined blog you'll see links to all their accounts showing all the different aspects of their lives.

Seriously though.
They're worth being checked out.

Much love.
Little-J.

Thanks Nicole.

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A while ago one of my best friends' roomate held a competition on her blog:
A Photo A Day



This was the competition:
The Mystery of The Missing Polaroids.
naturally I entered because well. I have no life, and I really enjoy reading her blog. So lucky for me:
This is how it ended.



Why yes, I won something.
And not just anything, kids.
This is to show what the lovely nicole ended up sending me.

And last but not least:


Thanks Nicole!

Something Different.

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It's been quite a long day and I have felt like writing a new blog in ages. But I don't want a pointless post. So this post is for anyone and everyone who needs a little pickemupper.

ordinarythings


Not everything is always as it seems. Never substitue life for something 'close enough'. I've had a lovely weekend, spent my friday picnicing in the park with a close friend of mine. Relaxing and beautiful, I hope anyone reading this will try spend at least one day outside, no phones, no computers, no internets. Then on Saturday I went to go watch a movie: The Proposal. With a mate of mine from work. It's worth a watch definitely.

Grandma Annie: [upon being introduced to Margaret] Do you prefer Margaret or "Satan's Mistress"?


P.S. Check this out.

I have now had my official overdose of sleep helpers.
Yes, that was a cool sentence! Don't judge.

Love much.
Me.
Little-J.

Some Of Them Are Dicks.

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Okay so, the past week has been interesting to say the least. I went to see my friend Diane in JHB for the week. So this is pretty much just a recollection of what happened.

Now for the whole week we didn't do much but laze around and get her things together for her matric art final. Though on my last day there we had quite a few things lined up: We started off the morning with a trip to the mall. (Where they allowed little kids to roll around in plastic balls on the one fountain. I have never wished to be five again more in my life) There-after we got dropped off at the Sexpo 2009.

*note, all photos were taken with my shitteh phone, I forgot my camera at home.*

the rodeo.


You start off with an ice sculpture of a penis, and the body of a woman, funnels coming from her back through her nipples so that you can drink from them. You move on to a girl on a swing, nothing but a sprayed on shirt. Then simple pleasures: A home made video of how to massage oils onto a chicks vag, and go from bush to no bush. So much for breakfast.

Then you get to the next part. A giant golden penis, to ride and get your picture taken on. A second giant golden penis, to climb on and summit to the top. (note: if you weigh more that 50kgs be sure it will have it fall over when you reach the second grip.) This also looks really painful for the blown up penis mountain.

like i said, painful.


Moving on you get to the strip poker, where naturally only the most unattractive people suck at poker. Really. What a bitch. You see the ugly lesbian hooker: who, by the way, tried hitting on you at the one stall. Now trying to convert you to be a lesbian, which i'm sure could maybe even work seeing as she seriously resembles an ugly man with huge tits, wiping down a pole. Fully naked. Fuck, there goes lunch.

why yes, that IS what it says.


You then follow us to the mascots, cockasaurus and I'm not even sure what the other one was. Mainly, a dick with dinosaur fins, and the shaft of a penis with boobs and dinosaur fins. Walking further, you were hopefully lucky enough to get flashed by the friendly guy wearing a bird on his dick. And lucky enough to see a really hot chick getting her spray on . (And by this I meant getting spray painted.) As well you get free shots and wine where-ever you go.

During my day: I got glitter boobs and butterfly nails, I got my cleavage stared into by a promoter and complimented by weird old men. I saw a guy dance like Micheal Flatly with a boner and two chicks lapdancing a very unwilling audience member. I saw two strippers improv the dialogue to a porno and two audience members trying to beat them. I saw a vibrating and yelling vagina toy and but plugs the size of my hand. {FISTING!!} I got smacked on the ass with a bat and then told that pain is amazing in bed. I saw:

these guys


Follwed by a 75 year old man painting portraits with his dick, yes, his dick. I'm pretty certain I won't have to eat for the next week. All in all, fuck, that shit was way beyond some Jay-Z and Naz shit. harharhar. Anyway, seeing as this is about as much as I can muster up.

With anal happiness.
Lttle-J.

I Literally Mean Literally.

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Okay, so I wasn't sold to slaves, which is kind of a bummer, seeing as I'm as bored as ever. At least with slavery, I'd have something to do, I'd meet new people daily and I'd have some form of payment. Shit, slavery sounds magical. Anyway.

So, for the past, er, April; June; July; August; September, Five months, I've been trying to get my friend Phil (yes this post is to prove you wrong) to watch the series How I Met Your Mother:

awesome, right? i know.


Anyway, so some "unnamed source" (he refers to as everyone - but we all know it was bryan, if I remember correctly) told him it was a "boedie" show. (This means that it's a show jocks watch.) And I honestly beg to differ. So far I've gotten him to agree to watching the first three episodes before he gets any say in the matter, yet I think he should watch the whole series. But we'll get there. Though This is pretty much just a post about the best parts of the show that I can find now.

season one, episode six: Ted

Ted Mosby: I just met the perfect woman. She's funny, she's beautiful, she loves "Star Wars"...
Marshall Eriksen: Woah woah woah, what's her take on Ewoks?
Ted Mosby: Loves them!
Marshall Eriksen: Oh, good. I don't know why people are so cynical about Ewoks, the Rebellion would have failed without the Ewoks.
Ted Mosby: And get this: She's a marine biologist, she spent a year in Antarctica studying penguins.
Marshall Eriksen: Oh, penguins are cool. Kinda like black-and-white Ewoks. I approve.

< sarcasm >
OHMYWORD, there's a live Fall Out Boy show on TV, I'm cured!
Need To Geek Out!
Geek out with your Deek out.

Anyway...
< / sarcasm >

season four, episode sixteen: Marshall

Ted Mosby: We've all done things in college we regret. Marshall grew a soul patch, wore a rasta hat and asked that everyone call him J.B. Smooth.
Marshall Eriksen: I do not regret that for a second.

season one, episode three: Robin

Guy #2: So where are you from, heaven?
Robin Scherbatsky: That's right, I'm a ghost. I died fifteen years ago, kinda like that pick-up line.
Lily Aldrin: Hey-Oh!

season three, episode five: Barney

Barney Stinson: Think of me as Yoda. Only instead of being little and green, I wear suits and I'm awesome. I'm your bro. I'm Broda.
His blog. What could also be his blog.

season three, episode nineteen: Lily

Ted Mosby: How was your day?
Lily Aldrin: I screamed at a little girl for painting a rainbow.
Ted Mosby: Oh. It sounds like the bitch had it coming.

This post is really not funny. Eh, Phil, watch the show dammit!

I mean look:


But really now, point and case: They drink, they curse, they're funny, and people can easily relate to the characters, this is probably one of the best sitcoms since Friends. Sometimes when I'm home alone I like to think that it's actually better than Friends.

:D
Love,
Little-J

Little Miss Marilyn

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The time called for it.
Every now and then I will "showcase" one of my friends randomly picked, prolly by which one I've spoken to most recently. But anyway, this is showcase one.

This is Bianca:



Now Bianca is one of my oldest friends. You know those friends who you've even hated, you've spoken shit about when you did and they did the same, and then you realised but fuck you guys just can't stop being friends. That friend that listens to ALL really now ALL your bitching from day one and you do the same, no questions asked, the friend that tells you to rape sexy animals.... (maybe not that last bit but yes, summing like that.)

that, That's Bianca...



Bianca is also extremely sexy:



She's also cute as a button:



Bianca lives in Australia now.
I also remembered that you have my shoe bitch! I am minus ONE shoe ONE dude, like honestly how the hell am I supposed to go about my life now. Like, I only have ONE DAMN SHOE! They feel fucking heartbroken.
Anyway.

I also remember that time we had to waitress for your mother's birthday and you showed me what flesh tunnels were, man, I thought you were so cool! Then, on my birthday, you gave me flesh tunnels. Also the numerous amounts of photos you've taken of me. The huge amount of scene kids we've pissed off and then made love us in their lives. All the edge kids we've tempted with the Xs on our hands and Lables in them. Fucking scene kids, GEEZE. Driving in your car, Miley Cyrus, Forever The Sickest Kids, Tears, Pissing ourselves with laughter. The countless conversations in your bed. The webcam sessions, the gossip sessions. The day I met you totally telling my parents you went to my high school. Also this morning when I decided I'm no longer your friend because you're going to SOUNDWAVE 2010, then taking that back because we know way too much about each other. Getting completely grilled at woodstock and then loosing our ways completely, finding our way and running after that damn black bunny (aka plastic bag). Inventing the "I'm DONE, I'm so DONE!" and laughing cause only we know what it means.
Bianca: I miss you.
:)



Let's dance to joy division?
Love you Queen B.
Little-J.

I broke the seal.

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So I wake up this morning. Now I'm really buggered from lack of sleep but THE FUCK. I want to party.
I haven't wanted to party in like two bloody damn months. Yes anyway.

So at about eleven I decide that it's bloody party day. I mean come on. It's friday and I really feel like going out getting shit-faced and enjoying it. So I sms friend number one. And get this shit, he already has plans to go out tonight. What a deeck. anyway. I sms friend number two and I'm like, so what're we doing tonight? "Dunno, but i'll come over after class." Sweet deal, I have cane. "I'll buy creme soda, be there in ten." WHAT IT'S NOT PARTY TIME YET??!?!?! But okay cool.

So she comes we party, we cane train, we finish 250ML of cane, well mostly me, seeing as I'm probably either a raging alcoholic, a stingy jew or just a very fast drinker.... (and she's on antibiotics.)
Eitherway, I think I'm brilliant.

Look this is what I drank today:



So anyway buddy Phil, yeah dude, I so totally spoke about you and mentioned how fucking bonkers 3OH!3 is in a car, and those fucking noodles and milkshakes, and accident and hitting kids with cars: SHIT!

Anyway buddy Phil points out that I'm saying some amazing sentences... here is proof of like three of those...



And well of course he said yes.... So naturally...



And then this shit happened, and I felt mildly bad, and yet mildly awesome:



And then on MSN I was all chuffed thinking shit, I'm a pretty girl apparently I need to do some pretty girl shit, and be all girl like....

Yeah that lasted about five seconds:



Naturally, I have concluded that I'm crude, and then I was like, hey Phil what's that status where you once had the word crude in. So we both start looking for this, I'm like HEY BITCH DID YOU DELETE IT. Turns out he didn't, turns out it was the word crass.

Anyway, so on the drive home (we went to buy LARVA) [really Phil, larva is an AMAZING word] and went to get Macdonalds. So on the way back I try throw the packet out of the window into and open dust bin, needless to say I missed and the car behind us found it amazingly hilarious.

Off to pee.

Little-J.

Nerd. Psssh.

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Okay so today I woke up at 11.
Yes ELEVEN. It felt pretty damn amazing.
Regardless of the fact that I have been doing nothing since then and I'm behind as fuck on university work thanks to being sick. Now I'm just procrastinating, because I'm angry, because I was sick, and that made me fall behind. :( But It's cool. I'm just freaking out again a bit.

Moving on, I so totally made a funny:




And then I got called a nerd because the first thing I could think of is, "I'm so totally putting this in my blog." Life is hard kids, real hard. But check it out, I totally seem to be getting a hang of that Facebook Chat thing. Though I won't lie. It still does not make it any cooler. It still sucks.

So seriously:

Dear Victor: There is a pile of business suits for the dry-cleaners that have been in the closet for 5 months. We both work at home. The fuck, Victor?

She's worth it! I would not lie to you. If I grew up to be just like her, I'd be the happiest person on earth. This woman is amazing, and her husband is made of hardcore and win. I also so totally just realised that the fact that my sign out name is Little-J...

Dear Bloggess, I assure you I'm not referring to myself as mini you, It's just my nickname and it originated form the Gossip Girl Series.
I'm pretty sure now I can't be sued or locked up for being a crazy person.

My blog sucks when it's not angry. This makes me sad.
Hah!
Little-J.

So Young, So Insane.

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Okay so firstly. See Phil! Told ya.
FUNNEH BONE!
Who the hell ever thought yelling out profanities while in excruciating pain would be funneh? Who thought it'd be FUNEH to name the bone in your body that hurts the most from the smallest hit a FUNNY BONE? THE FUCK!

Just to make stress day a bit better for my buddy:
"It doesn't make sense though, like, fat kids are supposed to be NICE. Otherwise people don't want to be friends with them."

Then:
Headliner for today:




Anyway, that was 19 (41 nao) minutes and more ago, no one seems to appreciate that comment cause it's being ignored.
LIFE ROCKS!!ONEONE11
Also random guy that added me that I have in common with said above person. I DENY YOU THE FRIEND REQUEST!

I'm tired. This sucks. Apologies. But hey, check this out:




I'll try make this a better blog one day I swear.
With tales of disheartened-ness.
Little-J.