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[Dec. 21st, 2008|02:45 am] |
Um.
My water just broke.
I swear I didn't do it on purpose. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|04:28 am] |
Oi, Blondie.
I ain't popped this kid out yet, so the doc said you should stick your dick in me till my balloon pops. I swear he did. Better get on that shit. Podbaby wants out. |
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[Oct. 29th, 2008|05:49 pm] |
I have no fucking idea what to be for halloween. I mean what do you be when you look like a fucking heifer.
Jesus.
I'm not doing a fucking pregnant nun. Fuck that shit.
Bloooooooooooondie. What are we doing for halloween? |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|02:13 am] |
It's a good thing the suit is very handy or else I'm afraid I'd get my ass kicked for not running out and grabbing this weird shit for her cravings. Never piss off a pregnant woman. How do you eat thirty taquitos straight out of Mexico in two hours?
Cid, I might have to ask you to save me sometime soon. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|04:22 am] |
TERRA
GO PEE ON THE DAMN THING |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|09:10 pm] |
Hey, Terra.
C'mere. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2008|01:29 am] |
BLOOOOOOOOONDIE.
Seriously. When are we getting married cause I can't believe you're still holding out on me.
Do you know how backed up I am?? For fuck's sake! |
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[Mar. 28th, 2008|10:09 pm] |
Oi, Terra. I made you some special tea. Somethin' in the bottom of it, so drink it REALLY DAMN SLOWLY. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
I wanna have Paula Deen's babies.
Like for reals. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|10:11 pm] |
Oi, Terra! We're goin' to Tahiti.
I don't even know exactly where that is, but I gotta do some bathing suit thing there. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOONDIE!
We have to go do something, it's Valentine's Day come oooooooooooon.
Don't make me pout! |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|01:29 am] |
Blondieeeeeeeee.. I'm boooooooored D:
Can we go do something?
Oh and uh.. hi. You other people. I'm Terra. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
If another person tries to take a picture of me, I'm gonna knock their damn block off.
What the hell's a Papa Ratsi? And why the hell are they following me around?
I'd be more pissed about not knowing where I am if it weren't cooler than Florida (thank God) and if I didn't have a fucking great cup of tea. |
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