Ruin Me Forever
So it's been a while since I've written in this thing, so I think I'll start writing in it more often. Wicola dear, if you're reading send me an IM soon with your new SN because I forgot it. Thanks.
Btw, Thnks fr th mmrs.
Yll lwys b n m hrt. (I hope you can understand that... I think it's hard for me to understand too.)
Let's see... I'll write about this girl that I know who is the sweetest sweetheart alive.
Once upon a time, there was a pretty little princess (who was straight-edge I must add) who wore her black skirt and striped tights to Camden named Ni. Every weekend she would travel to Camden on her Stumpmobile and enjoyed Wentzing around the area, looking as pretty as can be. She would prance around town in search for spiked shoes, hobofied gloves and witty T-shirts that she can gussy up with and wear to the ball the next week. The day of the ball arrived and it was finally time for Ni to make her entrance.
The moment Ni graced the room with her glistening presence in her straight edge gloves, black skirt, white and black striped tights and "Future Mrs. Wentz" t-shirt, the loud voices within the ballroom came to a sudden halt. Every straight-edge man (yes, including gay men... they turned straight for a minute... and then commented on the hand stitched tulle skirt that you were wearing) were staring, mesmerized by the beauty that had entered the room that very moment.
Even though several straight-edged men asked her to dance and even proposed saying, "Ni, would you give me the honor of putting black eyeliner on next to me in the mirror every morning?" Ni refused to dance with any of them... because she already had her eye on someone.
She approached the clandestine stranger:
"Hi, I'm Ni."
The stranger flashed a sly grin and said,
"Hi, Ni. I'm Cola."
"Would you like to dance with me and gussy up the dance floor?" Ni asked. But before he could even reply, Ni whisked him off to the dance floor, where they slow danced to a FOB rendition of "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog".
Then, they lived happily every after. And they also made Eri Ni's honorary wifey.
I hope you enjoyed that story.
Love love love,
Eri
Btw, Thnks fr th mmrs.
Yll lwys b n m hrt. (I hope you can understand that... I think it's hard for me to understand too.)
Let's see... I'll write about this girl that I know who is the sweetest sweetheart alive.
Once upon a time, there was a pretty little princess (who was straight-edge I must add) who wore her black skirt and striped tights to Camden named Ni. Every weekend she would travel to Camden on her Stumpmobile and enjoyed Wentzing around the area, looking as pretty as can be. She would prance around town in search for spiked shoes, hobofied gloves and witty T-shirts that she can gussy up with and wear to the ball the next week. The day of the ball arrived and it was finally time for Ni to make her entrance.
The moment Ni graced the room with her glistening presence in her straight edge gloves, black skirt, white and black striped tights and "Future Mrs. Wentz" t-shirt, the loud voices within the ballroom came to a sudden halt. Every straight-edge man (yes, including gay men... they turned straight for a minute... and then commented on the hand stitched tulle skirt that you were wearing) were staring, mesmerized by the beauty that had entered the room that very moment.
Even though several straight-edged men asked her to dance and even proposed saying, "Ni, would you give me the honor of putting black eyeliner on next to me in the mirror every morning?" Ni refused to dance with any of them... because she already had her eye on someone.
She approached the clandestine stranger:
"Hi, I'm Ni."
The stranger flashed a sly grin and said,
"Hi, Ni. I'm Cola."
"Would you like to dance with me and gussy up the dance floor?" Ni asked. But before he could even reply, Ni whisked him off to the dance floor, where they slow danced to a FOB rendition of "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog".
Then, they lived happily every after. And they also made Eri Ni's honorary wifey.
I hope you enjoyed that story.
Love love love,
Eri