This face.
Eh, erm. Yeah.Killer Queen
Considering the fact that there's no other way you couldn't avoid my name when checking out my profile, it's obviously the spifftastic (my word, touch it and I'll make you cry) Captain Queersicle. And I'm here to propogate those naughty, naughty manifestations of clear dementia against society in my misanthropic adventure called life. D:
(I'm not "Emo," I swear.)
-- Wut, wut, wut?
SILENCE.
The General Idea.
I'm only fifteen, and I may know more than you can even imagine.
You might hate me, but that just depends on how accepting you are.
I'm nice, of course. Zero tolerance for people who can't type, though.
Don't expect me to be date-searching, even if I seem flirtatious to you. <3
I'm one of those people who like to vociferate profanities. You'll love it.
As you stereotypical assfaces might've guessed, I won't fall under any category.
I love horrifyingly disgusting, gory movies.
More importantly, I LOVE writing horrifyingly disgusting, gory things.
Christ, can I be cheery. It turns into strict anger if bothered.
I'm artistic. You might discover that when I finally get a working scanner.
Update 1/25/08 -- I frecking forgot I existed on Gaia. I'm also grounded. I kept losing my homework if you really wanted to intrude on my business and know.
The byotching.
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hmm.
well ask her if she dipped you in sugar when you were born.
Becasue your too sweet.
heehee.
Oh By the Way Tell her i Love her.
Lotsss.<3
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