disappeared

couldn't write from the police station. was thrown in the lockup for 36 hours. gotta get the pieces of my life back together. what's happening to me anyway?! where is the sweet, big-eyed little app i used to be? i'm a mean application. mean. once again self-hatred

Shame, regret, self-hatred

I've just read again the title of my blog and the first post i submitted today.

It's like someone else has written it. what an awful shame. disgrace.

I don't know what to say. I had a painful stomache and gases all day long. really suffered. This is the only excuse i can supply for my behaviour earlier today. When I suffer of gases my head is fucked. i can't think.

and now i am so ashamed and i feel so sorry for myself. i wanna go and puke but the puke will stick to my fur, and the municipality cut off my water supply. forgot to pay the bill. "forgot". as if. prefered buying a new pair of DuFFS. i have 82.5 pairs of DuFFS by now (0.5 cause 1 shoe is missing, meaning - i don't feel like exposing the real circumstances for the disappearance of the shoe).

i just can't help it. i go back and read again and again, out of some kind of a sick compulsion, my earlier posts. each time i do that my stomache hurts again and i fart. i feel so miserable. should i go to sleep or take a walk by the shore? the moon is full. the night is warm. i'll take a walk. oh! hahahahahaha i suddenly feel better! just suddenly! hahaha! just had a bad gas day! that's all! that's all! my brain was fucked and i wrote some stupid stuff. so WHAT? hahahahahaha how cool! it's 2:31 am now. I'm so happy i'm so happy! i'll go down to the beach and take a walk! hahahahahaha HAPPY!!!

xxx and farts

Fun O'Rama (i DO give a shit 'bout UPPER CASE letters now! yayyyy! happy!)   

My mission in life

my mission in life is to cause people to pee in their pants. how lovely am i? hahaha yup! as an iphone app,  this is what i do. it's a prank. a practical joke. why am i doing it? well... two answers:

a. non of your fucking business

b. fuck off

c. if you are a sort of pseudo-psychologists who believe they can understand other's souls and all of this bla bla bla, you'll probably develope some stupid theories about the reasons for my shitty, selfish behaviour while reading my blog everyday 

d. stinks. i've just farted. pitty i'm alone   

if you give a damn i said "two answers" but gave four...... well... i couldn't care less.

xxx and farts

fun o'rama