hey, my bitches!
Okay, okay...
I know, I know...
I'm a liar. Deal with it.
HYDE concert reports? What about 'em? Life just kicks you in the ass and before you know it, it's all black and blue and nasty-looking. Point? Wear a butt-pad.
Anyway, for those of you wondering... I have finished the third chapter of my fic. But I'm also having difficulties with the formatting. Copying and pasting from Word onto El Gay is not going to work; huge chunks either end up missing or misplaced.
Example:
"I looked into his eyes WHOO-WEE! COSMOS FOR EV'RYBODAY! Bored, I stuck a fry up my nose."
Any solutions?
Also, how do you quit your job with as much grace as possible? Damn my friendliness. Why do I always feel compelled to be SO FCUKIN' CHILL WITH EVERYBODY to the point where it's become seriously problematic? Be a hardass, Mari! You're a hardass. Hard. Ass. You choke bitches for fun! Believe it.
Oh yes, and I had a vanity attack a few days go....
So, I came across this pimp, right? All up in my face and everythin' fo' no reason! Let me tell you, I don' put up with that shit, so I popped the MF. But the bastard roughed me up good, so I had to patch myself up later. When I looked to inspect my mug in the mirror, I was taken aback by my new rugged looks.
So here's me pimpin' it:
roughed up
looking intelligently roughed up (ah, the lovely fish bowl effect of taking pictures of yourself.)
epicene-ly roughed up
hilariously roughed up. HAHAHA, BITCHES!
smugly roughed up
dead pimp: don't let her seeming innocence deceive you! she a hard ass -- hard ass -- an' she'll bust you one!
running out of adverbs, here....
pensively roughed up
da fcuk? miyuki! this is my segment, you whore!
i'm out.
Have a nice day.
I know, I know...
I'm a liar. Deal with it.
HYDE concert reports? What about 'em? Life just kicks you in the ass and before you know it, it's all black and blue and nasty-looking. Point? Wear a butt-pad.
Anyway, for those of you wondering... I have finished the third chapter of my fic. But I'm also having difficulties with the formatting. Copying and pasting from Word onto El Gay is not going to work; huge chunks either end up missing or misplaced.
Example:
"I looked into his eyes WHOO-WEE! COSMOS FOR EV'RYBODAY! Bored, I stuck a fry up my nose."
Any solutions?
Also, how do you quit your job with as much grace as possible? Damn my friendliness. Why do I always feel compelled to be SO FCUKIN' CHILL WITH EVERYBODY to the point where it's become seriously problematic? Be a hardass, Mari! You're a hardass. Hard. Ass. You choke bitches for fun! Believe it.
Oh yes, and I had a vanity attack a few days go....
So, I came across this pimp, right? All up in my face and everythin' fo' no reason! Let me tell you, I don' put up with that shit, so I popped the MF. But the bastard roughed me up good, so I had to patch myself up later. When I looked to inspect my mug in the mirror, I was taken aback by my new rugged looks.
So here's me pimpin' it:
roughed up
looking intelligently roughed up (ah, the lovely fish bowl effect of taking pictures of yourself.)
epicene-ly roughed up
hilariously roughed up. HAHAHA, BITCHES!
smugly roughed up
dead pimp: don't let her seeming innocence deceive you! she a hard ass -- hard ass -- an' she'll bust you one!
running out of adverbs, here....
pensively roughed up
da fcuk? miyuki! this is my segment, you whore!
i'm out.
Have a nice day.