Y'know... It's pretty immature to keep slamming on poor TiTi so much... she didn't really do much to me, ecxept crush my ego. Which may be a good thing. Why the heck am I so dang sensitive? If I were a real person, I wouldn't even care. In fact, i wouldn't even remember, probably. It would be like water off the goose's back. Buuuuut, I'm all Miss Sensitive And Sad, so the main point of this blog is to create inventive synonyms for the word "bitch". In fact, I could rename the whole thing "FromMyBitchToYourBitch" or "how_2_be_a_hoe_101" or maybe even "differentwordsforslut12345". Buttttt, that would be couterproductive, as I also slam on Yvette's big sister, oops, I mean brother, Bi Boy. (He's not really her brother, they're just mega close)
Maybe I should be nicer to poor TiTi. After all, it's not her fault if she has bad genes! (also hideous jeans, but that's another story) I don't know what that would have to do with anything, but it does. She can't help her disguting hair or personality. Oooops, I'm doing it again. Wait, that came out kinda wrong. Never mind...?
I feel sooooooo awkward and out of place right now. Like a disgusting, fat, jerky, awkward, pimply, sweaty, stupid, nerdy, gifted boy who looooooves playing Halo 2. Now do you feel my pain? You know, the type of boy who has, like, three friends, and always indulges in those thought provoking fantasy novels that should be outlawed and banned. (So should his fantasies, but let's keep this strictly PG 13, shall we?)I hate that feeling! It sucks so bad I should dress up as a vacume cleaner! I can't even deflect it with my clothes, because they could be construed as frumpie. Like, I'm wearing jeans (not skinny, sort of flared leg/tight/random/generic), a hot pink camisole underneath a gray Papaya scoop neck. And pigtails. And a long necklace, which is a pink pendant (garnet) on a ball chain.
Crud, Mom wants me to do something.
But Lip Gloss isn't done!
Crud, I'll just gotta go. Byeas!
xoxoxo~♥~
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