What is up with this, man? I've completely neglected this thing for WEEKS. I'm sorry, Mr. Journal, but I was spending all my time with Sir Marketplace, Lord GD, and Count Aquarium. If you have a problem with me seeing other men, you can take it up with them, but I warn you: Lord GD is a horny b*****d who will rip out your eyes and ******** you the second you turn your prissy back.
Really, I have no idea what that just was. I feel kind of creative and intelligent since I'm writing an article on Tanning Beds for health class. Damn you, health class! What happened to you being the blubbery, retarded cow that I could milk for A's? Now you're galloping around the pasture with the determination of a crack whore in Vegas, and you want ME to chase you down? Fine, but the next slip-up sends you to Oscar Meyer's, Bessie.
In other news...
So how about that chick who popped out 14 kids? She's divorced, and wants to go to grad school. GRAD SCHOOL for christ's sake. She also claims she can "take care of them all", yet she begs for donations on a website. News flash: BEING A WHORE DOESN'T MAKE YOU OPRAH-WORTHY, LOOSEY-GOOSEY. How self-centered can you be to think you're some kind of supermom? I mean, people have nervous breakdowns with triplets. I can't even keep my effing Sims alive with more than 4 rugrats. Those poor kids are doomed to a life full of chaos, neglect, and if they're lucky, foster homes.
Wow, I'm spontaneous when I'm procrastinating.
IMPY OUT. <3
