Respect the Birthday, Bitches
You know, I would've done this yesterday, on my actual birthday, but I busy doing stuffs. Sooo, now, I get to include 2 things to talk about in this post. My b/day, and independance day. Ok, lets go ahead & get independance day out of the way: I gonna be shooting off firecrackers later. Whoooooo! . . . . ok, now back to my b/day! =D
I want a present from you people. I know, you're thinking, a present? But we just know you online, what could you possibly want? . . . . I want, COMMENTS! Lots and lots of comments! I want comments running out my asshole! That's how many damn comments I want. Yes! YeS! YEEEEEEEEEEES! Give them to me! Now! It is my birthday command!
Anyways, I got to go b/day shopping, because, ppl didn't want to get me presents, they just gave me money and said, Ok, here, go buy something. Which is really better for me, cuz, now I get to get good stuff, and not lame stuff like clothes and crap.
Now to a serious matter. I could be wrong about this, however, intuition and a, minor, albeit, certain, pre-cognative Vladtastic sense tells me otherwise. 10 to 1, somebody is reading this post right now. And, it seems that I just recently had a falling out w/ this someone. To that someone, I say, just talk to me. Juuuuust talk to me. All I want to do is settle it out. You never did let me explain myself, but, after the way you talked to me, I figured the explanation was a rather moot point. Apparently there's more rage behind the incident than just what happened, and I wanna know . . . . just, what the hell? That's all I gotta say about it . . . . what the hell?
I won't be in the rooms as much, but, you know my yahoo, or at least you should. powervlad_5000 and my AiM's Vladtasm. Well, if you have AiM. Or, hell, if you even care. Either way, it'd be nice to know.
And that brings me to my closing statements. 1: I hate getting older. 2: I want lotsa comments. 3: My finger itches. 4: . . . . ok I'm done.
Later ppls, ~V~
I want a present from you people. I know, you're thinking, a present? But we just know you online, what could you possibly want? . . . . I want, COMMENTS! Lots and lots of comments! I want comments running out my asshole! That's how many damn comments I want. Yes! YeS! YEEEEEEEEEEES! Give them to me! Now! It is my birthday command!
Anyways, I got to go b/day shopping, because, ppl didn't want to get me presents, they just gave me money and said, Ok, here, go buy something. Which is really better for me, cuz, now I get to get good stuff, and not lame stuff like clothes and crap.
Now to a serious matter. I could be wrong about this, however, intuition and a, minor, albeit, certain, pre-cognative Vladtastic sense tells me otherwise. 10 to 1, somebody is reading this post right now. And, it seems that I just recently had a falling out w/ this someone. To that someone, I say, just talk to me. Juuuuust talk to me. All I want to do is settle it out. You never did let me explain myself, but, after the way you talked to me, I figured the explanation was a rather moot point. Apparently there's more rage behind the incident than just what happened, and I wanna know . . . . just, what the hell? That's all I gotta say about it . . . . what the hell?
I won't be in the rooms as much, but, you know my yahoo, or at least you should. powervlad_5000 and my AiM's Vladtasm. Well, if you have AiM. Or, hell, if you even care. Either way, it'd be nice to know.
And that brings me to my closing statements. 1: I hate getting older. 2: I want lotsa comments. 3: My finger itches. 4: . . . . ok I'm done.
Later ppls, ~V~