If I Wuz Uh Skwerl. :)

If I were a squirrel... what fun life would be! Id scurry around all cute and fuzzy...and id bounce around atop the highest trees! Id be free like a bird, but not quite the same. Id chirp and chuckle and id have a wonderfully indecisive brain. My joys would be over nuts, because let's face it, all squirrels are crazy! Id live a life of epicness and any time I wanted, I'd get to be lazy. I'd fly through the trees and jump through the bushes. I'd play with other squirrels and run from cats that would try to devour my delisciousness. I'd have fun in the sun every day, and if ever there was a day where there was no sun, I'd be perfectly content with running rapid circles inside my tree. My thoughts, if they existed at all, would be entropic and they'd almost never be complete. Id live carelessly and crazily and id not care what anyone were to think.

I'd be happy. :)

Who Needs Titles??

So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really, really want! I'll tell ya what I want, what I really, really want! I want ya to go away and learn to be awesome or something, because the only thing your life is equaling at this moment is the highest level of annoyance possible for me. Hehe just kidding. You're great...in every way. Really. ;) Now is the kind of time where I wish I had a facebook! I'm bored. I also have nothing to post about! And I'm too lazy, or tired, or something to use my brain to create a funny story. So, dearest blog, you're stuck with whatever lame junk I decide to puke out on you tonight, got it!? Good. That's what I thought...be intimidated! :) I just hiccuped and I cannot determine what that flavor that came up with it was...it was kinda gross and not gonna lie, it's got me kind of scared. :/ Eek. Hehe oh well, I didn't throw up, I'll survive. I HATE throwing up... See, I'm very claustrophobic. The phobia is the fault of my father's for playfully torturing me throughout my childhood and teen years. He's a butt. I love him. :) Anyways, I hate puking because you can't breathe when you do it! It freaks me out and makes me have a mini panic attack every time which only makes me throw up more! I'm suprised such an event hasn't taken my life yet... I'm sorry to the readers who are getting an insight to some of the details of my personal life that should probably be kept personal...oopsie. :) lol Whatever, you chose to read this! If you're grossed out by my topic of discussion here, it's your own fault and you are a pansy, a weenie, a loser, and a little girl. :)) I do fear of whatever might possibly be typed if I allow myself to continue on...so perhaps I will end this post. I really don't feel like it. I like having my brain occupied....this kinda does the trick. But whatever, I guess I'll leave....poor bloggy's probably sick of me being here so long tonight anyhow! Poor little guy...I'll let it sleep now. :) Goodnight bloggyyyy. And goodnight to the stupid person who wasted their time to read this far. Hope you have wonderful dreams. :)     

This Is Why We Stay away From Boys! ;)

There once was a lad named Javie.
This short little lad had a love for gravy.
He ate it with rice, he ate it with stew,
He ate it with chocolate, and if you were slow enough for him to catch, he'd eat it with you!
You're lucky though, you see.
Because of his constant gourging of gravy,
Javie's catching of you would probably be too big of a feat.
See Javie was a rather out of shape young man...
And even if he were to catch you, you'd easily slip away,
For the slimy gravy that always greases his hand.
One day, as Javie was eating a large bowl of greenly dyed gravy,
A gal named Stacie was captivated by the appearance of the green slime smeared on his face.
It made him appear to be one who lived insanely.
She was attracted my the fact that the boy acted retarded,
But she kept her distance just in case.
She thought it was all silliness so she giggled,
And all common sense in the matter she disregarded.
Her attraction grew and so did the smallness of her distance from him.
She got so close that she could smell the gravy on his chin!
It wasn't until she looked into his eyes and saw two bowls of gravy,
That she realized he couldn't even recognize that she was a girl named Stacie!
She feared for her life when she saw what he saw.
To him, she was was food that needed gravy, that's all!
He threw his gravy at her face... and then he ate her.
And that was the end of Stacie, and the beginning of a gravely cannabalistic life for Javie.
The end.
:)

Here's The Cheese!

so i have a blog called thoughts from the heart of me and its all about the weirdness of my head and heart and all that serious jazz. i started it because i have a passion for writing....im pretty positive its what im supposed to do with my life. on my other blog its all iinspirational or informational or serious stuff. but i like writing other stuff too1 i enjoy writing short stories and creating characters and making them do stupid stuff. though my skills in creative writing are not that great. id like to have a place to smear them out of my imagination anyways. so thats why ive created this beautifully embarrassing blog1 i hope you my stupidity shines through these stories and makes you laugh. excuse the terrible grammar. im using my phone to post this and it will not let me edit anythingggggggg. i cant even put exclamation points or sad faces.... just imagine a crying face over this disgusting formation of boring sentences that arent capitalized and are only help together by the sinlge punctuation mark of a period... im depressed because of this. i should probably go...