Never again....
...will I have to put up with the excruciating pain caused by my dogs happy little tail smacking the side of my leg where that damn tumor ONCE WAS. That's right. I juts got done with surgey. Not even two hours ago. It's gone. It's finaly fucking gone. I wanted to keep it in formaldehyde or something, but the doctor said they're going to have to
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Man. I like you. I may come off as a bitch, but that's probably just because I am. But if I like you, that's a completely different story. I could be fucking Jesus when I want to. Really. I am just that nice sometimes. My whole point is, I like you. You seem intelegent and gutsy. You'll know what I mean by gutsy when you meet me. Which I hope is soon.
I don't do this often. Actually, I don't do this fucking ever. But I would sincerely like to meet the mastermind behind the last few anonymous comments. So, come forth with your real "Livejournal Identity." I have a myspace, and I'm on MSN Messenger too. I have never been more sincere to a complete and total stranger in my life (with the exception of about a thousand stray cats and dogs). Here, I'll even do this: Please!
sked@christismybitch.com = MSN Messanger
http://www.myspace.com/xskedx
http://www.xanga.com/sick_psycho
You also have to understand, I was coming off of a lot of stuff when I wrote this. I was just venting. That's the whole point of this journal thing. I use it to vent. I still don't know why this entry wasn't private like all my other ones. And if they were public, I probably would've came acrosss you a lot sooner. Hope to hear from you soon. Later.
P.S. I'm fucking 17 man. SEVENTEEN! *waaaaaaahhh!!!*
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