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Thgs Tht Ps Me Off But They Realy Shudnt Al Becz Im Nurotik n Mity Irationl Sumtims Espcialy Whn The PMS Sets In n I Hve a Frikn Rash i Cnt Get Rid Of

Nah, just kidding. About writing about things that piss me off I mean. There are just so many I wouldn’t know where to begin. But I wasn’t kidding about the PMS. Or the goddamn STD-looking rash.
Anywayz, this is my last post. Lets just say one or two people got hold of this link and I feel that my writing has gotten severely compromised, defeating its original purpose as a forum to express my self-righteous indignation. Besides, i was begining to feel like I'm a modern day Narcissus. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I will never be a writer. But I’ll always be an avid reader, so to my fav bloggers - Bent, Carrie, Kykie - see ya’ll on your own turf.

With that said, I’ll leave you all with these profound words of wisdom:

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur.
(whatever is said in Latin sounds profound)

Laterz.

Comments

kyknoord said…
Say it ain't so! We'll miss you, you know. If you change your mind or decide to fire up the ol' blog under a different guise, give us a shout, okay?
Anonymous said…
You're leaving us!?!?! Say it ain't so Joe...

And if you do decide to fire up a new bloggy somewhere please let me know. I'm good at keeping secrets...

Kisses - Carrie
Bent Fabric said…
Nope! This is unacceptable!!
Lyn said…
sorry kiddies. Don't worry coz (in my best schwartzeneger(sp?)) voice: I'll be bak .
Bent Fabric said…
Good answer cuz I'd hate to have to introduce my foot to your ass.
Lyn said…
foot to my ass huh? quite erotic in some circles...be gentle though...hehehe.
I'll shut up now :)
Anonymous said…
kinky... I like it!

Kisses - Carrie
Bent Fabric said…
Yeah, I'm kinky like that. And I have references to prove it. :)
Bent Fabric said…
Dude, where are you? I did as you asked but nada. What gives? What's this bull crap about going out and having a life?!
Bent Fabric said…
Hmm, still no Lyn.
Anonymous said…
mmm rash is bad! Docter docter docter :D good seeing ur site again
Anonymous said…
girl meets a boy on her yahoo messenger:

crazy1 86: hey baby!!!

h0tNsPiCy91: who is this???
... ... ... ... ... ...
crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!!!!

h0tNsPiCy91: oh really.... quit lyin! who is this???

crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...

crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.

crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.

crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.

crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight....

h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?!?!?

crazy1 86:dont worry.... ill take very good care of you...

crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.
Anonymous said…
Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.

Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2...

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.

One night he was on the computer and received an instant messege.

h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!!

2seXay4u: Who is this?

h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.

2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.

2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?

h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?

h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.

h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.

2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.

h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.

h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.

h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on ''Smith sisters murdered anonymously''.

h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you. They should burn in hell.

The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hung. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD.... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"

- LISA SMITH

This is a death chain letter. If you don't repost this in the next hour, the parents will kill you at night. They will kill you!

DONT BELIEVE ME? LOOK IT UP IN GOOGLE; For some reason, i actually believe this:L

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