About
A mere figment of your imagination.
I grew up a ******** screw-up.
You can't handle this, I'm famous.
I'm a burst of rain, ready to ruin your parade.
Skittles are the bomb.
I might be little but I can take hits.
I forget easily.
Don't bother hitting on me, I'm not interested.
I'll walk into your crib owning the place.
I'll stab you i
n the back to get ahead in life.
I'm a hustler, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty.
I've been stabbed, shot at & jumped, what can you do?
I prefer a nice cold Michelob light with a newport. <3
I'm sarcastic.
Admit it, you want to be me.
I'm ORIGINAL & EXTRODINARY, love it.
If you lie, make me believe it.
Don't front, I can see through you.
I suffer from paranoia.
Yeah I rolled my mom's car, and?
Don't try to make me shed a tear, I'll laugh at you.
So I'm going to end this with a ******** you but have a nice day. (:
Journal
Pink Hooker's Journal, Chock Full O' Nonsense!
@#$%!Hi. ^-^ I'm Dee! This journal is going to be full of my nonsense theories, hypothesis, rants and probably just full on RAMBLING! Yes, like I'm doing now, rambling on about nothing important. Oi, remember that Mori is MINE!

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