The virgin

As you see, my flower is intact, so how could I not be a virgin?

Do I have something in my face?

Is this better?
Would you love me if I looked like this?
Would you pay me more?
Would you listen to me?
Would I be your man?
The man?
Hey man!

Sponsor me?

Wish list.
Lipo done by Dr. David Amron.
Boobs done by Dr. Robert Rey.

Found the places, now I just need the money.
As you see, I really can't look like this much longer.

Only this

Stephen Gately, rest in peace.


I don't know, but it's always sad when people die that young.
Right?





Right?

Eating crap cake.

Yes. Well.
Fast is off I guess.
My boss Flora made me eat some cake today.
She made it especially for me so I could'nt say no.
Or, of course I could. But I did'nt want to break the poor womans heart.
So, I had a small, small piece of cake.
Feel kind of ill now.
And bad.
Now I have to start all over again with the fast.
Crap.
Cake.
Crapcake.



















Next time I will not tell her about it.
Maby she get's off my back.

winning prizes

Today I feel like doing something stupid.
Like getting huge peace mark tattoos all over my legs or something.
Maby then I will win the nobel peace prize.
Obviously you don't need to to much to get it.

Happy times.

On my tenth birthday I got a kitten ("Myran") from my mum.
For a long time I did not know what to do with the little thing.
She was so small and soft and...I don't know...cute.
In many ways, she was a ridiculous animal.
Sad excuse for a cat.

Afraid of everything, needy, clumsy and lazy.
I remembered reading a book about a kitten being put in a bag and then trown into the river.
Sad story for everybody involved.
I thought about that for a while.
But it was to far to the river. Mum would'nt let me go there on my own.
Maby I could just strangle the little kitten?
I've heard about small babyes dying in their sleep, this "infant death" thing.
Maby that applies to kittens aswell?
Hm. No.

I decided to give the pathetic animal a chance, and after a few weeks I really started to love the fucking thing.
Myran and I became really good friends, and I regretted wanting to murder her before.
She slept in my bed every night, warmed my feet when I was cold.

The day before my thirteenth birthday Myran was run over by a car.
The car did'nt stop and Myran did't die. At once.
Half her body (the end part) was kind of...flat and soft (In a bad way), and she screamed like an old lady with a troat issue.
Mum had to ask out neighbor to take her to the back of our house and shoot her.

Happy birthday to me.