I use "bit" in all looseness of the term. Heh.
Behold a masterpiece, "Vat of Glorified Noodles":
...At least it provided a good half hour of all around snickers and jeers from Bastardly Parental Units. Not gonna lie, it was thoroughly deserved. *evil grin*
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'Ello, Darky. How's doing?
This be Amelia/Mill/whatever fuckin' internet alias I was using back in the day, from Oztraaylya, mate. Dunno if you remember me but I'm all growed up (at a ripe old age of 16) and uglier than ever... don't think we've talked in what, six months? Probably more. I'm such a shitty online angstbuddy.
Ah, I miss the proud days of Sheep-B-Gone. Good times, n o?
Anyways, my fucking memory (semi-eidetic. I remember your blog address and most of the text from I, Lucifer letter-for-letter word-for-word, but can't remember my own birthday or middle name. Shit's sake) has lost your email address. I suspect I have it floating around here somewhere, but on the offchance I don't, I'm now merrily residing at anti-ism@hotmail.com.
...is it astro-fallout, astrofallout, something like that? I don't know. xD ANYWAY. Drop me a line some time, mmmmmmkay?
Brief life update: senior year of highschool, working at McDonalds, have motherfucking MINIONS, swear more, eat less, broken several habits and regained new ones, lost eight kilos of hair (all from my head) and still bite my nails. And I'll stop now, before my comment ends up longer than your internetless blog chronicles of doom.
-spritzes Sheep-B-Gone- Ciao, Dark. Hope to hear from you.
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