* Dont rip.
*Dont copy.
* Dont ask stupid questions.
* Dont send me hatecomments just because I had an
arguement with you
in a certain forum. Its immature and you wouldnt want me knowing
youre lurking around my page, itll just add up air in my already
ego-infested brain.
*If youre gonna view me, you might as well leave a
comment.
*Random profile views freaks me out. If you want to be
friends, add me or talk to me. Now stop lurking around my shit, Im nothing
special.
*In commenting me, try at least not to use moronic
language like
oMigAwwwsh, thats h0t!". Apparently my brain only digests
english, which is a major turn-off, really.
*I didnt entirely made this layout myself, credits are
stated below.
*And lastly, enjoy.
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Who's ths shitface?
[ Below are done by Raviena. <333 ]
"I want to talk to yall about Gracie, who lives in a kingdom of free
lollies and porn. She is a magical cookie elf! Mine to be exact.
(Theres a heavy chance I
might get sidetracked and start talking about Famous Amos or the
weather, so be informed.)
Now, I might
suffer from psychological and mental issues, but heck it dont matter
because Gracie isn't exactly all about rationality and normal anyway.
That may come as an insult to most of you, but if it does, then what
the fuck are ya doin' here?
We're hot young people in last
year's clothes and freshly crazed minds. It doesn't matter if we're
rude and stupid; didn't I say we're hot and young?
Anyway,
I don't even know her full name, or else I forgot which is mean (don't forget your friend's full name
kids), but I know very well that she is fucking awesome. More
awesome than Saturday cartoons, more awesome than sundaes on a hot
summer's day, more awesome than a public toilet when you have to piss
so badly, and certainly, more awesome than myself, who is pretty damn
awesome to be honest.
She is my other
half. The kind of friend that you don't have to call every
single day or meet 7 days a week, 12 months in a year but still have
that bad ass bond that makes other people glare and admire. We discuss
complicated plots to kidnap Pete and put him in our basement.
Sometimes, when we are really in a good mood, we make up characters we
wish we are, and babble away with childish imagination. We talk about
deep stuffs too; we're smart, really, just in the wrong and sick way.
We share things I can't believe I could even think of
sharing. We annoy ceaselessly, we promise carelessly, we wait
patiently, we tease and torment, we ponder deeply, we fight with
venom, we cry shamelessly and we love. And when we can't breathe, or
the world seems to manipulate even more and close in on us, we sigh
and we sit, in each other's presence.
She'd pat me on my
back, and tell me everything is going to be alright even if the
situation is completely hopeless and fucked. She'd put a smile on my
sad, unjustified face, and sometimes leave my mouth wide open, just by
being Gracie. She's explicit, and dangerous. She'd say 'Fuck your skinny asses' and say
'ILY' in a matter of seconds. She's
wildly complicated. Freaky and alien, at times. Too emotional, or too
icy. Sad, desperate and in love. And sometimes, in those rare moments,
she's this happy little girl in pigtails with a giant ice cream in
hand.
Maybe it's ridiculous to be so attached to someone
over the internet; because we all know the internet can be a nest of
terror, but whenever I allow myself to think about it, I find myself
not caring at all. I'm here, she's here, we're rockin' and smokin',
and we love each other. So, what's the problem?
We're
friends, and if you knew exactly how
we are together, you'd be so jealous.
And if youre one of those witty ass people who snort in
contempt, and go They're psychopaths
with too much time in their hands., well, guess what punk?
You suck.
(ooh, veeery snappy Ray.)
We
have something, me and Gracie, and youd be lying through your teeth if
you try to deny it. This unlogical and wondrous thing I call our
friendship is so gigantic and powerful, itd blow Hiroshima and
Nagasaki off hands down and still have enough ammos to smack you
across the face.
And Im not even sure why I instigate to
convince you all so much anyways.
Haha. I think we're
fucking alright, me and
Gracie."
"By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is-
Infinite, undying.
Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
