Welcome to our cribz, y'all~

So the thing is, we're gonna chip in our money and buy a fucking huge mansion and end up as nocturnal, aneroxic party animals. We will forget to eat, and breakfast is at 11pm. We will get hyperactive and have taopok sessions every morning. We will adopt a kid and raise him/her up as a homosexual when we get sick of each other. We will grow fat, live fast and die young. We will get diabetes, kidney problems and lung cancer. We will be fabulous and everyone would love to be us.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Molotov is a verb now.

(reading online personality test results)
J: Oh my god, I think I need a lot of assurance.
N: Oh my god, you are needy.
J: ......
N: Don't worry, I will still love you even if you're needy and annoying.
J: YOU are annoying! You deserve to be molotov'd!
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