why would you waste your time like this?

just got this pm

c'mon, suck it up princess, it's not like anyone is forcing people to read my subtitle

ARG

people smell.

 

oh you think thats bad?



Look at what someone sent me because I called them an attention whore

Please die. Hopefully it'll be a painful death aswell.

I'm not a fucking attentionwhore I have attention enough.

If you randomly judge me of the fact I posted something I later felt I shouldn't have just because I'm actualyl quite confused and not exactely the best moment you are a fuckhead, just like the rest of whoel fucking earth population and dont'deserve life.

Egoistic fucking retard.

DIE.

 

Tell whoever it was to get over it. You are practicing your freedom of free speech. I hate people who think they can control everything you do, just because it offends them; I say if it offends you, then fucking ignore it.

 

AHAHAAHaaah... I love people

I got one yesterday that I deleted... basically calling me a shallow horrible person because of how I responded to this thread in love adn sex... it asked if you'd rather have a poem written for you or a diamond necklace and I said necklace (cuz I can flaunt my love that way, plus none of my bfs have been very good writers so far)
lol

people are straaange

 

I want a guy to write me a poem, thatd be too sweet.


but if he got me a necklace, I wouldnt oppose

 

Damn. I wish people wasted their time on me by sending stupid PMs.

 

People are strange indeed. But, if it makes you feel any better, I probably would have chosen the necklace too.

 

I wrote a poem for you all...

I had a dog his name was Spot.
I named him that while smoking pot.
He's not too big, He's not too small, He doesn’t drink or
eat at all.
I do not know from where He came,
He just appeared so I gave him a name.
He does not pant or whine or bark,
we just go for long walks in the park.
He doesn’t mind that I shoot up or smoke a bowl a crack.
I throw a stick, He chases it but never brings it back.
I'm out of drugs, I'm out of pot, it's been like this for
days. My mind is slowly coming back but it's still in a
haze. I sit in my room and wonder why Spotty had to go,
He was the only friend I had back then and I miss him so.
I loved my little dog named Spot
and I know He loved me too.
But I'm not sad you see because
He was really my left shoe.

This was mainly for Alex cause her sig owns all.

 

I want a head-over-heels-Im-madly-in-love-with-you poem

 

ahahaha...that was fucking hilarious to me.

 

Why is saying "fuck" so bad? Fucking is good right? So why is saying it bad?

Especially if "Off" is a hot mama...

 

see now, I'd choose a diamond necklace over that

no offence Hacker, just, y'know, not that romantic. That's how my last bf wrote poems. Thought real poetry had to rhyme, everything else was crap. And he was trying to write a novel too... god, listening to his stuff was painful.

 

aha, it was mostly cuz I got a couple pm's one day of a sexual nature, uninvited ones.

man, I get a lot of creepy pms for someone who's shut down and bitchy

 

Oh... well I wouldn't want to lead you on...

 

Alex--Seven Fourteen,
Prettiest girl I ever seen,
See her shake my computer screen
forums queen,

(stretchy slide guitar solo....)

 

I'd whip out one of my romantic poems but I don't want to get you all hot and bothered. Plus I save them for just one person.

 

:& Wow...see how easy that was...you totally just won me over. You lovely bastard, you.

 

How about this?

My first time Ever:
The sky was dark, the moon was high, all alone, just her and I. Her hair was soft, her eyes so blue, i knew just what i had to do. Her skin so soft, her legs so fine. I ran my fingers down her spine. I didnt know how, I tried my best, I placed my hands upon her breast. I remembered my fear, my fast beating heart, but slowly she spread her legs apart. It was all over, i felt no shame, but all at once the white stuff came. Now it's finished, its all over now. My first time ever...
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milking a cow

 

Hey there, Random thoughts,

wish I could turn my computer off,
Lots of sleep is what you cost,
what a loss,

(reverbe guitar solo...)

 

sure sure, whatEVER. cuz I'd get all hot and bothered over a flaky ol poem