zoogore

SIGNAL BOOST: Hey, please read this - it's seriously important. The fate of your Internet-life is at stake! Apparently there's a hacket on deviantArt, called 'LIFE OWNER'. Tell everyone on your list because if somebody on your list adds him then you will get him on your list. He will figure out your computer ID address, so copy and paste this message to everyone even if you don't care for them and fast because if he hacks their email, he hacks your mail, too. (I think what it means by that is that he could assume the identity of your friends, and fool you into opening the letter since you think it's your friend that's sending it). Anyone u

When I was little it fascinated me to no end. I'd dream about it, act it out with my toys, even try it with live insects in the backyard. I never knew what it was only that it creeped the hell out of me by the time I was a tween. It didn't make sense and it was something I avoided whenever I could. When I couldn't help but think about it or saw it in a movie or show I'd become instantly aroused and all hazy feeling. I never mentioned my reactions to it to a soul because it couldn't possibly be sane for anyone to get all funny feeling down there and have to change their undies for no apparent reason. In my later teens I grew to think of it as

Flattery is a terrible habit for you.. someone said that and more to me. actually managed to hurt my feelings which is hard cus I'm a hardy nail. oh well they can go fuck a verbally abusive fucking tree. Oh, wait they can't they don't have a dick.