Holy fuck.
Success!!!
And you didnt believe I was a retard on the computer.
as fot my travel diary Patrick....I can email, just.
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Holy fuck.
Success!!!
And you didnt believe I was a retard on the computer.
as fot my travel diary Patrick....I can email, just.
krayzie straw
I'm dying here.
hahaha
Ok, now that you have mastered that, edit you're first post in this thread, and put those 2 images in there.
i updated my 411
bo Selectah
Quote:
Originally Posted by Pat Bateman
Cut me some fucking slack.
Im sweating from the effort it took to do that.
I'm not joking here.
I have helped literally mentally disabled kids complete tasks, and this has proved more than twice as hard.
It's not an insult, it's just killing me.
haha
aaaaaaaahahahahaha.
I have an IQ of 132 and can literally do nothing. NOTHING.
I feel that.
As Ive probably said on here before, i didnt even have an email account till a couple fo years ago and my girlfriend had to set that up for me..........
Until I went travelling, i literally never went on computers.
Now look at me.
Ive become a monster.
ur the wolf arent you?
Me? No.
Ok, power shower completed.
Now, just do whatever you did last time, except put them in your first post in this thread.
Maybe at the bottom or something.
And Supreme, if all you're going to do is bring negative energy to this thread, fuck an AIDS infection flesh light for a living instead.
* for security reasons i won't be revealing my real name or date of birth or place of birth
age: 31
starsign: libra
hair: black, shoulder length avec fringe
eyes: almost black
ethnicity: chinky
height: 5'4"
weight: 8.5 stones. some days a few pounds lighter, other days a few pounds heavier.
teeth: all my own except 1 gold cap. it's on a molar so not usually visible
feet: 5 or 6, depending on what type of footwear
siblings: 3 younger sisters.
location: my own place in london, ewe-kay.
school: passed all my GCSEs and have lots of college certificates, currently studying (again) but still unsure of which type of career to go for. i have options open to me but don't know which to go for.
work: a couple of well known fast food places for a little while after leaving school before getting a retail job in a fashion store.
hobbies: listening to music, making art (when i feel inspired, which is not often), smoking weed (but sometimes i go a few months without touching the stuff).
smoke/drink: yes/rarely
colours: every colour is represented in my flat or in my wardrobe.
loves: clothes, music, designing or decorating, eating out, festivals, collecting different perfume bottles (current fave is MaDame by jean paul gaultier, smells gorgeous when you first spray it on), having family and friends over for a roast dinner (though i don't do it often enough).
hates: intolerance, bad shoes, most vegetables, bitchyness (but when men do it it's hilarious!!), smelly people on public transport, very competitive people (because they make the worst losers), housework
i was 5 when i first got a boyfriend. my best friend and his best friend were bf and gf too. i didn't know what i was putting myself in for until it got to my "wedding day", i was prolly only 6 y/o then. the wedding was either after school or during a holiday, i can't remember which, and all our friends were there. the friends all gathered around this big bush, my "husband to be" was standing in the middle of the bushes waiting for me to walk towards him, like how you'd walk down the aisle. i walked very slowly towards him, because inside i knew something wasn't right, then he leaned towards me to kiss me and i flinched but i think he still managed it. then i started to cry cos deep down inside i was actually more attracted to his best friend (who was my best friend's boy). i think my friends giggled cos they'd never kissed anyone before and my moving away from my boy prolly made them laugh too. i think i ran home straight after he kissed me.
it was weird because me and my best friend always talked about us marrying our respective boyfriends and when the day arrived, i couldn't fucking go through with it. we were all in the same class together at school, we had other friends who hung with us but usually it was just us 4. i think i felt guilty for leading him on all that time and also violated by him cos he kissed me. i never spoke to him again after that day.
i haven't told many people this story cos it makes me feel like such a bad person and from one so young too. i guess that bad karma has come to get me later on in life cos i've only had shitty relationships after that one.
like im gonna take shit from a youngin with writting-autism
i post where evea the fuck i please, nukka