|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 9:35 pm
*pats reassuringly*
I know exactly how you feel, I don't even have friends irl so I have no one to talk to anyways, no one is ever even on in messenger, and I've had so many imaginary friends that I start forgetting who is who. Trust me, I know how you feel.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 9:50 pm
sigh,im 21 and im so attecion deprived i dont have any psycal contact with abyone no hugs no hi 5
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:00 pm
....please don't say physical contact around me I've been more deprived than you of that. This is school, there's supposed to be at least a BIT of physical contact but nope, I had and still have none.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:06 pm
stickfanatic ....please don't say physical contact around me I've been more deprived than you of that. This is school, there's supposed to be at least a BIT of physical contact but nope, I had and still have none. "Dear. When you start telling other people what they have or don't have, despite the fact that you aren't there and don't actually know that...you set yourself up in an illusion. Don't do that. Society may run on illusions but life doesn't."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:12 pm
*Wakes up with a headache*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:37 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 10:45 pm
And The Lord said, "Let there be platypuses!"
And the angels said, "Hey, are you really sure about that?"
The Lord said, "It's all good. If I don't send some s**t like that down every once in a while people will start to think life was meant to be taken seriously."
And they said, "But Lord, how are they to know?"
And The Lord said, "Just look at that thing! Lo! Verily! And stuff!"
And it was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 11:03 pm
i feel ok now my mate helped me...and also thanks stick you rock u to morty
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 11:06 pm
Tell me about it *Runs to the bathroom to puke*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 11:09 pm
*Emerges from the bathroom* At least you have a mate.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 4:31 am
"Also, baby platypodes are called 'puggles.' If you write that s**t on a job application there is no way you won't get hired."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 6:43 am
*walks in and plops down on couch* ZZZZzzzz....
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:03 am
Kyre appears and finds only Yaf asleep on the couch. She helps herself to her usual ice water and strawberries and throws some money in the till for Mort. She quietly makes her way to the corner booth, pulls out her book, and settles in.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:02 am
-wakes up in the sofa- .....
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:14 am
Kyre looks up and sees Zek. "Hey." She smiles.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
