M'kay-za-dooo-bers!

Hiya!

Entrie-o numo uno!

My name is :honkydadonkeydaconkeydaforgetaboutit!: but seeing as I don't give an angel and NoOne is going to reads this anywho's, just call me one of the following. . . or something close to it:

Wings   Angel   TickTock   Tick   Tock   Tocker   Clocks   CursedClocks   Time   Kitten Kat  and/or something to that extent.

If ya didn't notice, that all centers around Heaven or Time, both of which I hold in high regard. I'll tell ya later. Kitten. . . is just a thing of mine.

Here's a secret, if I were a boy I'd want to be names Kitten or Angel.

Hehe, and I'd be gay.

I think all boys  should be gay and girls should be lesbian, that way you fuck for the soul reason to reproduce (the thing most woman try to avoid) and there's no damn useless talky-talky between men and female. Come on. We know they don't listen any way.

Here's me - kinda - :::::::: I'm 14-and-some-more-and-some-less years old. A girl. Damn it! I'm blonde with hair to my ass. Blue eyes. Not all that skinny, but hey I'd like to think of my self as not all that fat either. I have a below-zero modivation standard and can't spell worth crap.

I wear black too much. I have no clue how to put makeup on or hair up. I paint the nails of my left hand everyday, but never my right.

I want to write but never have the will power to stick with a story.

I might be in love with my best friend.

HER NAME IS RACHEL.

She moved.

My one biggest wish, ever, I mean EVER!, is to hit the redo button and restart my life with the know-how to fix it. Not that it's really broken, it's just. . . wobbly.

If my life were a table, it would have two legs missing and one of the remaining only a foot long. As in everything that you set on it will slide right off.

Well then.

Which-ever-name-you-like-the-best