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...Because a picture is worth a 1000 words. Then again, if I do sit myself down and spend an invigorating hour writing 1000 words for you, dear stalker of my blog, I DOUBT YOU'LL READ IT! You'll probably be like tl;dr, I know you will. Yes you, Benjamin Brown. I'm looking right at you and that 7/10 of my ice cream. =stares=

So you may ask.. what's with that stoned O____O face?

This picture, forms the first rebuttal i make towards your WOW is superior argument, which you haven't even made yet, but just in case. I'll reference it and I'm being annoying by making this caption waaaaaaaaaaaay too long =]

Answer is absolutely nothing, I've just run dry in my wells of creativity, which is about as deep as your average puddle. -shrug- moving on. I feel like ranting after VISTA decided to cut my dota game short by automatically restarting itself... stupid jew. I bet it planned that. Next thing you know, it'll sabotage my alarm and kill me in my sleep. -insert appropriate measure of industrial strength paranoia-

HI IM BOXXY.

... so today, I want to talk to you about how popular I am with the ladies... -refer to below-

Apparently Kaitlyn, a Craiglist, Leah, Brooke, Marissa, Angelica, more Craiglists, Kayla, Anouska, Aaliyah, Emma and even Winona plus some Coffeemaker wants to get it on with me, in all assorted fashions from a simple bi gang bang to all out anal wars. OH SNAP?

...

I don't get why all my spam happens to be erotic ads from the same site all just using different names. And I don't get why anyone would want to do it with Emma. She's got herpes you know. :/ As for Anouska nd Aaliyah... did these names like came from WOW?

IF they did, they probably belong to some kinky night elf running around in her undies. Behind that character is probably a very obese, 34 yo male with a delicious habit of scratching his left armpit, 3 inches to the left, when he gets nervous.

Has society all degenerated into a bunch of sex starved rabbits? I mean fornication is just an act... you have a pair of hands. USE THEM. D:

... and then I realised I still haven't addressed the issue that they all think I'm a guy. -silence- but that's ok... you know why?



... =) Your dad told me.

True story bro. (Y)

Code

We are who we are... right?

But what really defines us? Don't people each seek some form of individuality that defines them and by being different to everyone else and seeking that same form of "difference"... aren't we all the same then?

I like observing people. Their difference make them cryptic and it's the "cryptic" part that intrigues me. In a simple manner of speaking, everyone has their own morals and a conscience. Inside that conscience lies some form of a code. And through deciphering that code, it becomes possible to predict certain actions.

Everything they touch or do contribute towards that code... and having a complete code is like having complete control over a person. What can't you do when you know everything about them? But then again, life is never that simple. No one would ever let someone know everything about them. Nor is that even possible...

Still it makes you wonder, when someone says certain things to you, don't you question is it because they know you and how their actions will influence you or simply because they felt like that was the best action at that time?

Who is ever that calculated...?

To who?

-drops a mask-

And so lately I realised I haven't actually written anything here in ages. And to be honest I doubt anyone would look here anymore. Inactivity tends to reduce customer count.. not that you can buy anything here anyways. In essence I'm more like wasting your time and since time is money, I'm making you waste a valuable resource. -feels proud-

-rant ahead-

I've noticed that I have been really short tempered lately. I seem to get annoyed at you for whatever you do and for really small things that probably doens't even matter. I don't know why I've been so moody :/ but it isn't exactly good. I finally came to the epic conclusion that I think I've been mistreating you horribly.

I haven't exactly been seeing things from your point of view... I've been taking for granted what sort of lifestyle you have. I always think that you are bleeding time from your ears and that you have everything you need. That's pretty selfish of me to assume everything is perfect and it is my life that is in the shits.

But that's pretty different from real life, and I guess when I stop seeing, I stop noticing what is real and what is not. I'm sorry that you've been lonely, that you are stressed and that I always go "but it's far" when you ask me to make a trip to you. I'm sorry that I'm grumpy when I talk to you and give stupid answers because I felt like it. I'm prolly just miserable and it's mean of me to try and take it out on you...

I'm sorry that I say "No, I'm not in the mood".

I think I've finally seen today... I don't know how you can still smile at someone like me and tell me it's fine. I don't think I deserve anything after I realised. I've been do delusional. But then at that moment all I can remember is feeling terrible and ashamed of myself. So ashamed that I could only sob and throw my voice away for nonsensical sniffing. But then you were still smiling. Being kind. Telling me it's fine.

I felt so stunned... and then the cliched quotes that become cliched because it happens to so many people came to me. "Who else in the world would treat you like this?"

... and I realised you were probably the only person that would still smile after how you felt. So... I know I hardly say anything nice, but thank for being an amazing person and loving a real douchebag like me. =^o_____o^=



btw... you never change your toilet paper :3