Bitch!
I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL! You no longer mean ANYTHING to me! you know who you are...
posted by Kaila at 2:15 PM
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
About Me
- Name: Kaila
- Location: Langley, BC, Canada
Very well, where should I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical; summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
2 Comments:
Geebus!
What did I do?
5:34 AM
okay i like it rough but the bitch part kind of hurt my feelings...you can bitch slap me tho
xoxo
10:09 PM
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