happy I came finally on the shores of Livejournal. And I will give proof of my fictional creative genius from the first post, because I burned all the general data just now. I can add something to what I have scribbled in Profile information? Well, I can tell you, readers or non-existent, that none of my skills (both friendly or hostile), I define "normal." Maybe because singing attack suddenly, for no apparent reason, in the midst of a discourse that does not interest me? Is it because more often than I contradict myself? Is it because the course of study that my dear parents I have made it necessarily leads to madness, sooner or later? I do not know that I did not say never. Ergo: you have been warned. Then, because of recent events, I developed a sadism that sometimes scares me a bit '. But maybe it's a common thing. Have you ever dreamed of the carcasses of people who are nasty to us and you jump with joy in the middle, swinging an ax or similar? No? I see ... * retreats to a corner, disappointed *. And now, not knowing what else to write, download the blame on my mother. Oooh, but look! There my mother ordered me to immediately turn off your computer, otherwise threatening to jump over them with heels ... I guess I have to go. It was a pleasure.
Regards from un'afflitta Flying Paw, who feels unable even to appear.
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