I'm so fucking BORED.

I wanna roleplay somethin' fierce. A nice yaoi with lotsa man smex. Demon x Priest sounds good. Or anything, really, as long as it's two guys doin' it. XD

I don't like roleplaying girls. They suck. And vaginas are gross.

ROLEPLAY WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

So this is in reply to Chinkzilla's featured entry. I decided to stick it here, cause it was loooong. xDDD;;;




OH BOY! We're sharing crappy life stories! SCHWEET! >w<

So let's seeeee.........
Five years ago, I was thirteen years old, in seventh grade, and hanging out with alllll the wrong people. 8D
I was in a... I guess you could call it a "clique" of girls who all thought we were witches and fictional characters were not fictional at all; but simply lived in another dimension and their souls could possess our bodies (yeah... don't ask.).

No, we were not on drugs (or at least I wasn't). We were just, um........ strange. ^-^;;;
I was dating one of the girls and hiding it from my homophobic family. When we started off, we were a three girl dating ring - the girl I was dating shared me and one of my best friends at the time.

....Yeah, I know. =___=;;
I was thirteen and stupid, okay?!

Anyway, as things got more intense and I started thinking I was in love, and she told me she loved me, I didn't want to share anymore. So I told her it was all me or no me. She told me she dumped my friend. About, oh... two weeks later, I was told about their cavorting in the sauna at the friend's house.
I threatened to break it off.
She promised never to do it again.
We were back together and happy (I guess), and about a month later, she hooked up with some guy - while still dating me, mind you.
I confronted her on it, and she apologized, saying she got caught up because it was the first guy to ever crush on her. Again, more promises that, despite past proof she couldn't be trusted, I put full faith in.

So two weeks before school ended, my mom went through all my things. She read every shred of private material I had. Obviously, she found out everything I'd worked so hard to keep under wraps.

When I got home from school, she exploded.

I got told what a disgusting little lesbian tramp I was, and how my then-dead grandpa (whom was sick and dying when I hooked up with my ex) was probably spinning so hard in his grave he was throwing up.

I didn't understand. I mean, I though my mother loved me, y'know? But just because I had feelings for soemone of the same gender, I was disgusting.
Needless to say, seventh grade was the year my realtionship with my mother deteriorated.

I've hated her ever since.

Anyway, after her blow up at me, she deided that I wouldn't be in school for eighth grade and pulled me out at the end of the year. After all, my "reputation" (I had one...?) was ruined and no boys would ever date me and I would forever be known as the lesbian freak for the rest of my days.

I told all my friends what happened, and I was reassured that they loved me and they'd work something out.
My girlfriend, of course, kept me holding on; telling me she would talk to my mom and we'd straighten it out and we'd be together.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

She never did shit. And I waited for months. After I got sick of waiting, I sent a note along with a friend of mine who lived in the same complex that explained how I wasn't waiting anymore and we were through.
All of my "friends" decided that my new name was "The Dead One" and they were forbidden to speak of me.

Nice of them, eh? 8D

After that, my mom married the asshole who got her pregnant, we moved to Germany after he joined the ARMY, he was abusive with my brother's and sick in the head, and my "homeschooling" was sitting around and doing nothing.

Basically, my education extends as far as seventh grade in the Nevada school system. 8)

Now we've moved again, stepdad not with us, and are living in Florida. It was all peachy until the house we were renting got foreclosed on.

I'm working three jobs (that's 60+ hours a week, mind you.) and living in the tiniest hotel room imaginable with two brothers, two dogs, and the mother from hell.

I haven't dated since (sans this one... thing... but yeah, we won't go there.), have next to no friends, no house, no life...

But I have all those things you wanted. 8D I'm stuck in one spot, with THREE of those cushy 9 to 5's, and a whole family of annoying shits to come home to and get bitched at by.

All at eighteen years old. 8D

I'm the only one that works, my mother puts in absolutely NO effort, and all I get is HELL every night when I get home.

Not all of it's bad, mind you. I have the cutest dog in the world (MUCh cuter than yours, muah ha ha >D), the most awesome bestest best friend (almost 11 years!!!), and an uber-sweet little brother that, for as annoying as he gets, I wouldn't trade for anything.

Despite those little things, I say YES, my good sir. I would L O V E to trade lives with you (though I would SO be a gay man, lol XD).

I guess the real question is:

Would you trade lives with me?

Looks like you forgot me.

_{I'm not surprised.}

I'll forget you, too; just to prove my love.

Thanks for all the cards, the gifts, and all the other nothings I received.
I know it was all with the sweetest of intentions.

_{Am I really that easy to forget?}

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
BITCH.

_{JUNE 9TH = epic FAIL.}