CaptainTeror

This site is terrible and brilliant at the same time. When someone favorites my stuff i nearly explode with happiness, then i go browse and see the stuff other people do and die inside. i hold back tears while i favorite everything in sight. i can never be half as good as  the people on this site.

This time I'm writing because i feel a bit like Medusa. My hair is sticking up in all directions and people freeze in horror at the sight of me. I'm truly terrifying in my pink hello kitty pajamas. I cant say i know who or what hello kitty is, but nearly 50% of my sleepwear has her face on it. I would look her up but i think its better to have a mysterious sleeping buddy than one anything like Dora. If you have any idea that wont make me immediately strip in front of this computer, comment.

While I'm not generally one to write, I happen to be dying at the moment so I figure what the heck? I'm Rose, lovely to meet you all, and I have heard its valentines day. Also known as Singles Awareness Day. I would like to boast about the fact that I got a box of chocolates from my valentine, never mind that shes my best friend. God, I have no life. Right the dying thing, I am horribly sick, of course self -proclaimed, no one else seems to care. Other than my sister, who repeats "don't die I love you " every time I attempt to cough up a lung. But I suspect that's because she cant make macaroni without me. Please care about me! Anybody?