I am about to go berserk on MYSPACE for fucking up my dates and times. This is posted Jan 7, 2009 @ 6:50 p.m. It better not fuck up again. Okay. I started off "chipper," however, this piece of shit keeps giving January 8 and 12: 50 a.m. as date and time post! MEH. WTF is time? This ass wipe junk shit fuck suck motherless whore of a site is not functioning correctly! Now I am pissed. Let me see if a three hour undercut in time works. Three hours brought me to 7:50 on Jan 7. Let's try for 4 hours.
To some I look like a scum sucking dirt bag, then again, I can be one. Actually, I have been one and on occasion I still am one. To some I look like a sweetie pie, then again, I can be one of those too. To some I look dumb as wood, then again I can act (with reason). To some on dark streets, I look like a young man (I create the image for reasons). I can be many things and I am many things: each part is a part of me.
My makeup is not that of which is held in a cosmetic bag as that really is not my bag AND if one really knows me, it is known I will not do shit to impress anyone. That is not my style. My makeup is that of which I am in present form cast from my past making way to my future.
Make-up and Barbie girls: The land of Barbie girls is not at all appealing as I view it as superficial and asinine. About a year ago, I did a photo shoot called Portrait of a Barbie Killer. Yes I do play with real knives, but on this occasion the little plastic girl was a dollar store dummy who legs, arms, and head I only ripped off for fun. My friend Nathan and I discussed using a quarter stick on the doll to blow it to bits, but as I may want to have use of it again that was not done. Besides, I don’t want to be out a whole dollar! Meh. I am cheap.
My makeup as you can tell is not womanish. In certain areas...yeah, but come on and let’s get real! What the fuck is a woman? She is an inside out man just as a man is and inside woman. Ah hell, I know I pissed off/made ill some guys about two years ago when I stated that when going down on a woman pretend her clit is a penis. Yo guys...my opinion has not changed. So what yours is bigger than mine. My virtual balls will knock your balls out of the park. Care for a game of marbles? I have big ballz and I like to use them. To anyone questioning, the answer is NO. I do not have penis envy. What the hell for? That would be dumb on my part. Playing dumb is a good game under certain circumstances as it a powerful tool.
Now back to Barbie girls and this is coming from G.I. Jane. Not for anything those fluff balls are more trouble than they are worth. Their maintenance alone is enough to kill you and men die before women anyhow. (I am loving this.) Icabruma if she breaks a nail or you miss VD and do not give her a heart and card. Careful boys as she may celebrate the day with WHINE. HOW BIZARRE! Lucy...I’m home! Oh Ricky I just spent all your hard earned money on a dress. Aren’t I pretty? WHACK! Ah, good ol’ partner abuse. Hell, beat each other for a reason. Have you thought about makeup sexually? LMFAO
What is my makeup? I am fucking bizarre and I so love it. My marshmallow insides are very mushy for me and those I share it with, however, mush can turn to ice cold metal in a heartbeat if I so wish it. Usually I don’t, but I have, I can, and I will.
My makeup? It is not so much what you see without: it is what lies within and cannot be seen. *ROBOTIC VOICE: Shall we play a game? The child within loves sport.
Can anyone tell that I am in a good mood? LOL ~ Maggie ~ January 7, 2009 @ 6:35 p.m. EST
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