Friday, October 12, 2012
Ellen DeGeneres
I caughther red-handed. I was looking at how bright my hair looked on the top, and I got a feeling my future daughter's hair would be more dull. I lived in the area where she's from, and that kind of thing rubs of fon you. That is so frickin' gay. No one really agrees with having that happen to them. Can you not think of anything else to do?
@TheEllenShow
I'll watch your clip later. I'm waiting for my nails to dry. I finally got new food, but I guess someone here took all the sushi. I almost finished the first 2 fish with stuffed crab.
I dunno, maybe I'll watch it, soon!
Anyway, I noticed that Jeannie lept into Amy's, uh, lap|side. ^99^ ^66^ I walk around at night and I don't get scared. I was hoping to see a ghost. I've started eating more and found that it made me feel good. I'm wondering if I'lle ven crave physical affection. I'm taller than one of my aunts now, and sometimes she's affectionate toward me, well usually. She doesn't have any kids. It's funny, 2 music people from New Orleans to do with singers made me feel like they were picking me up and I kinda feel mad now why not just do it? However, that was a long time ago, and I didn't get as much attention as I could. I feel all icky, so I'm usually a distance from young people but still can think pretty well and take good care of myself physically. My arms are finally getting bigger, which I guess now is a good thing, but they're still shockingly noodly. I'm probably bigger than my other aunt, too. I'm bigger than my brother, who is taller than my dad, who was as tall as you. I'm so interested in people getting scared and close... I feel so irritated right now! People know I like it when people touch me who are attractive and that I'm kinda special. I haven't really "touched" anyone much at all, but it's someting that runs through my vains... I guess I get along people well when I see them. I like people who are born around 1970, 1960, etc. I guess I like older people a lot. It's funny when you meet people just a little older than you and they're so caring... So, last night, I was wondering about how I was in between the age of the boy from The Santa Claus and the Olsen twins, and I just didn't get it... I saw people in Washington, D.C., who looked very pristine, however, and they had to be in like their first year of high school or junior high. This was 2005. I noticed things have been going around, but I think if you really wanted to mess around you should do things like this TV show I started watching first, after I got mad at racism on the Johnny Depp board (not mad at those people themselves, at least not now and seems like will never be because they were weird to me for being new and different and stuff,) and I posted on their site I punched my wall and made a hole. My family heard, watching TV and stuff, and stopped, for some reason, like it was cool. It wasn't a bad punch, but then my mom and family started degrading me. I got taken to get my blackheads out, and it damaged my brain. Then, I called Nell Burton a nigger because I thought her mom and other people involved wanted me to, maybe Tim Burton tricking me, who I thought I was talking to on IMDb. So, anyway, I guess the scariest thing I saw on "Ghost Adventures" was when they asked with a machine where the ghost was answering somehow if they killed that person. However, there was no answer. It's pretty scary when they see ghosts. I could not handle it, but I would not cower to any person, unless it was you. Or someone like Orla Fallon. I guess if I had a boyfriend there, I'd be trying to play it cool on my feet. When I grow up, I don't think I will be scared of real ghosts. When I went on the ghost tour in Key West, my cousin took me, and she held my hand and it didn't help. I was interested in ghosts on my old Twitter, which I'm assuming you saw for some reason, where I used to live in the oldest continuing city in the U.S. I've never been on any other ghost tours. I don't think I'd be scared of that one. I used to walk all around the city. It would probably tickle me to death to go back there and do it. "Ghost Adventures" when tot eh for there, but I don't remember much. I remember watching a video when I lived there I think showing an apparition of the old Spanish soldiers still there. You should go there and get to know the place if it interests you, maybe, because everyone says it's a beautiful city. I lived 2nd house closest to the downtown mark, but it was old and small and we weren't really rich, though we had a nice, somehow spoiled life. The city was so scenic and preserved. There was a bay. I lived here and went to the same school the longest, age 9, 10, 11. The bay is big, too. I don't know if it's the sea, but there's an island where lots of people I knew lived and could walk to the beach on, though the beach is only good in the very Southeastern coast of Florida. There are probably ghost tours here. I've seen ghosts. Stuff like that. Maybe, in the Spring you came across my writing?.. Maybe, I should plaque it back up... When people touch me here, which isn't often at all, it feels so much better, though, though I hold it in but they still do it. You know, I had this dream that you lifted me off the ground under my arms, way up high, because I was sleeping on the floor of a house and had to go to the bathroom. I can't think of what else right now. I had fairly strong arms because I took gymnastics once or twice a week. They were almost as big as my legs. I wanted them to get dainty, though. Since leaving the South, they've gotten bigger, even when I returned. Even though I used to eat a lot, they were still very skinny. My fingers seem huge for my size. I was known as being, at first, dainty, and then very hefty. I was known for bein kinda substantial when we lived in the oldest city. I also sang all those years and before and after at the nation's oldest parish, Catholic. Maybe, you wandered onto my YouTube or whoever is readnig this and watched me singing the religious song, maybe my favorite. I guess I'll just keep going on without a point. The truth is, now, I'm making myself feel like people touch me all the time, whereas for a long time I held it in a lot. I was feeling kinda bad about myself before, like "stupid." So, I'm moving it up to become more like realistically workable as being acceptable socially and now seeming too set back to some, though I am suffering. However, I don't really get people to touch me much, and when I see people I'm usually clowning around quite a bit, more snide and serious, though, in that way. Very sharp, astute, and cutting. Detailed, hard. I just don't live a life where I become overcome. When I see people, if I'm not feeling weird, I'll usually be able to keep to myself. I always do and don't really get close to people. However, when really nice people touch me, it's a big deal. I think about it a lot, though lately I haven't. I haven't been thinking about my mom touching me, but I'm trying to get that feeling back of Orla Fallon putting her arm around my waist in front of Tim Burton, like a picture I saw of Chloe Moretz with her mom. It was after Frankenweenie and it felt so good, like orbs of feeling so strong to the center of the earth, for some reason like that, the center of the earth or something to that extent. I thought of something bad and stopped. It wasn't so disappointing. She was probably kinda like rubbing my waist. I have never felt that good, before, so satisfied! I noticed when I sing, sometimes it's stimulating, to me, as well. I do like to have fun. I have. I guess I share experiences. I was walking aropund the roud thinking of you, and other cars were there, and it felt like you were pickling me up and I liked it. I guess that's some fun I have in some dimension with most people, though I don't realize it at the time, maybe. Sometimes, it doesn't work. Sometimes, my mom reminds me of Orla Fallon. My dad said he doesn't want to watch my like 10 10 minute YouTubes of me talking about touching people because "dads shouldn't know about that" or him. I don't know. He's pretty nice and proper but sometimes shows off like I'm unaccomplished, actually. My family makes me feel good, sometimes as an after-affect, like the extended ones. They are pretty careful. I haven't seen them since I was 15. I was with my aunt where Renee Fleming is from. I was up there a month. I got tired. So, I really want that feeling of Orla Fallon putting her arm around my waist! I was thinking of lots of people. You know that YouTube video of the Swedish singer born in 1952|1953? I watched her this one time after watching your show, and it made me feel really good in a more fundamental way, as well. I don't like the silly feeling I get when I browse kids online, though. It usually makes me masturbate. In real life, kids have done that, too, when I lived in Orlando, but I thought about it a lot when I lived in Slidell, those kinds of things. So, that is cute that your relations are getting so close together. You take good care of them. I wish I still saw my friends, but I don't have nay. I think they thought something was wrong with me. I miss different people in my life and was closer to some of them. I saw a lady with bleached hair and bangs at the grocery store with her brunette son, and I was like "she does it." She was kinda short. So, I am careful with who I let touch me, when, and how. It shouldn't matter, but like why? I can do it to myself, get to know people online. It's not like they'll all die. I'm wondering if I'll meet certain people, well this one boy. It's like I have to wait for someone good enough for me. I liked a boy in high school who I think still likes me but doesn't talk to me. The boy online wanted me to marry him, but I was thinking of the other boy and now he doesn't say. I totally forgot my relationships with past females. Then, started getting into you and others. I wasn't gonna watch your show because it made me feel bad I thought you like followed me online. I was trying to become an actor but didn't make it nor becoming a model, one place left that looks promising. I know most places make you wait 6 months when you don't make it. I don't know why Florida makes me want to be an actor more. I feel weird in public, like uncomforted, but when I get out and people see me it's okay. I guess I'll wait until I'm in better shape now. I don't really care like if someone like me gets famous first because then I guess I could be different. I guess I am wondering if it will cancel out my opportunity. I don't really think it would do that. There are lots of people like me who don't even go online. We're human with different assets, and most probably aren't mixed race so maybe have a good life in a different way. I don't know, you might know this, but I feel bad when I hear the cars roar by, which isn't often. I just got a noisemaker and wear earplugs and am tired of music. I just don't think I should feel some things that supposedly aren't rea. It really bothers me. It makes me very mad. I guess I'll go now. Time to sing and watch your show. Maybe make some roast beef or whatever. Or fish.
I dunno, maybe I'll watch it, soon!
Anyway, I noticed that Jeannie lept into Amy's, uh, lap|side. ^99^ ^66^ I walk around at night and I don't get scared. I was hoping to see a ghost. I've started eating more and found that it made me feel good. I'm wondering if I'lle ven crave physical affection. I'm taller than one of my aunts now, and sometimes she's affectionate toward me, well usually. She doesn't have any kids. It's funny, 2 music people from New Orleans to do with singers made me feel like they were picking me up and I kinda feel mad now why not just do it? However, that was a long time ago, and I didn't get as much attention as I could. I feel all icky, so I'm usually a distance from young people but still can think pretty well and take good care of myself physically. My arms are finally getting bigger, which I guess now is a good thing, but they're still shockingly noodly. I'm probably bigger than my other aunt, too. I'm bigger than my brother, who is taller than my dad, who was as tall as you. I'm so interested in people getting scared and close... I feel so irritated right now! People know I like it when people touch me who are attractive and that I'm kinda special. I haven't really "touched" anyone much at all, but it's someting that runs through my vains... I guess I get along people well when I see them. I like people who are born around 1970, 1960, etc. I guess I like older people a lot. It's funny when you meet people just a little older than you and they're so caring... So, last night, I was wondering about how I was in between the age of the boy from The Santa Claus and the Olsen twins, and I just didn't get it... I saw people in Washington, D.C., who looked very pristine, however, and they had to be in like their first year of high school or junior high. This was 2005. I noticed things have been going around, but I think if you really wanted to mess around you should do things like this TV show I started watching first, after I got mad at racism on the Johnny Depp board (not mad at those people themselves, at least not now and seems like will never be because they were weird to me for being new and different and stuff,) and I posted on their site I punched my wall and made a hole. My family heard, watching TV and stuff, and stopped, for some reason, like it was cool. It wasn't a bad punch, but then my mom and family started degrading me. I got taken to get my blackheads out, and it damaged my brain. Then, I called Nell Burton a nigger because I thought her mom and other people involved wanted me to, maybe Tim Burton tricking me, who I thought I was talking to on IMDb. So, anyway, I guess the scariest thing I saw on "Ghost Adventures" was when they asked with a machine where the ghost was answering somehow if they killed that person. However, there was no answer. It's pretty scary when they see ghosts. I could not handle it, but I would not cower to any person, unless it was you. Or someone like Orla Fallon. I guess if I had a boyfriend there, I'd be trying to play it cool on my feet. When I grow up, I don't think I will be scared of real ghosts. When I went on the ghost tour in Key West, my cousin took me, and she held my hand and it didn't help. I was interested in ghosts on my old Twitter, which I'm assuming you saw for some reason, where I used to live in the oldest continuing city in the U.S. I've never been on any other ghost tours. I don't think I'd be scared of that one. I used to walk all around the city. It would probably tickle me to death to go back there and do it. "Ghost Adventures" when tot eh for there, but I don't remember much. I remember watching a video when I lived there I think showing an apparition of the old Spanish soldiers still there. You should go there and get to know the place if it interests you, maybe, because everyone says it's a beautiful city. I lived 2nd house closest to the downtown mark, but it was old and small and we weren't really rich, though we had a nice, somehow spoiled life. The city was so scenic and preserved. There was a bay. I lived here and went to the same school the longest, age 9, 10, 11. The bay is big, too. I don't know if it's the sea, but there's an island where lots of people I knew lived and could walk to the beach on, though the beach is only good in the very Southeastern coast of Florida. There are probably ghost tours here. I've seen ghosts. Stuff like that. Maybe, in the Spring you came across my writing?.. Maybe, I should plaque it back up... When people touch me here, which isn't often at all, it feels so much better, though, though I hold it in but they still do it. You know, I had this dream that you lifted me off the ground under my arms, way up high, because I was sleeping on the floor of a house and had to go to the bathroom. I can't think of what else right now. I had fairly strong arms because I took gymnastics once or twice a week. They were almost as big as my legs. I wanted them to get dainty, though. Since leaving the South, they've gotten bigger, even when I returned. Even though I used to eat a lot, they were still very skinny. My fingers seem huge for my size. I was known as being, at first, dainty, and then very hefty. I was known for bein kinda substantial when we lived in the oldest city. I also sang all those years and before and after at the nation's oldest parish, Catholic. Maybe, you wandered onto my YouTube or whoever is readnig this and watched me singing the religious song, maybe my favorite. I guess I'll just keep going on without a point. The truth is, now, I'm making myself feel like people touch me all the time, whereas for a long time I held it in a lot. I was feeling kinda bad about myself before, like "stupid." So, I'm moving it up to become more like realistically workable as being acceptable socially and now seeming too set back to some, though I am suffering. However, I don't really get people to touch me much, and when I see people I'm usually clowning around quite a bit, more snide and serious, though, in that way. Very sharp, astute, and cutting. Detailed, hard. I just don't live a life where I become overcome. When I see people, if I'm not feeling weird, I'll usually be able to keep to myself. I always do and don't really get close to people. However, when really nice people touch me, it's a big deal. I think about it a lot, though lately I haven't. I haven't been thinking about my mom touching me, but I'm trying to get that feeling back of Orla Fallon putting her arm around my waist in front of Tim Burton, like a picture I saw of Chloe Moretz with her mom. It was after Frankenweenie and it felt so good, like orbs of feeling so strong to the center of the earth, for some reason like that, the center of the earth or something to that extent. I thought of something bad and stopped. It wasn't so disappointing. She was probably kinda like rubbing my waist. I have never felt that good, before, so satisfied! I noticed when I sing, sometimes it's stimulating, to me, as well. I do like to have fun. I have. I guess I share experiences. I was walking aropund the roud thinking of you, and other cars were there, and it felt like you were pickling me up and I liked it. I guess that's some fun I have in some dimension with most people, though I don't realize it at the time, maybe. Sometimes, it doesn't work. Sometimes, my mom reminds me of Orla Fallon. My dad said he doesn't want to watch my like 10 10 minute YouTubes of me talking about touching people because "dads shouldn't know about that" or him. I don't know. He's pretty nice and proper but sometimes shows off like I'm unaccomplished, actually. My family makes me feel good, sometimes as an after-affect, like the extended ones. They are pretty careful. I haven't seen them since I was 15. I was with my aunt where Renee Fleming is from. I was up there a month. I got tired. So, I really want that feeling of Orla Fallon putting her arm around my waist! I was thinking of lots of people. You know that YouTube video of the Swedish singer born in 1952|1953? I watched her this one time after watching your show, and it made me feel really good in a more fundamental way, as well. I don't like the silly feeling I get when I browse kids online, though. It usually makes me masturbate. In real life, kids have done that, too, when I lived in Orlando, but I thought about it a lot when I lived in Slidell, those kinds of things. So, that is cute that your relations are getting so close together. You take good care of them. I wish I still saw my friends, but I don't have nay. I think they thought something was wrong with me. I miss different people in my life and was closer to some of them. I saw a lady with bleached hair and bangs at the grocery store with her brunette son, and I was like "she does it." She was kinda short. So, I am careful with who I let touch me, when, and how. It shouldn't matter, but like why? I can do it to myself, get to know people online. It's not like they'll all die. I'm wondering if I'll meet certain people, well this one boy. It's like I have to wait for someone good enough for me. I liked a boy in high school who I think still likes me but doesn't talk to me. The boy online wanted me to marry him, but I was thinking of the other boy and now he doesn't say. I totally forgot my relationships with past females. Then, started getting into you and others. I wasn't gonna watch your show because it made me feel bad I thought you like followed me online. I was trying to become an actor but didn't make it nor becoming a model, one place left that looks promising. I know most places make you wait 6 months when you don't make it. I don't know why Florida makes me want to be an actor more. I feel weird in public, like uncomforted, but when I get out and people see me it's okay. I guess I'll wait until I'm in better shape now. I don't really care like if someone like me gets famous first because then I guess I could be different. I guess I am wondering if it will cancel out my opportunity. I don't really think it would do that. There are lots of people like me who don't even go online. We're human with different assets, and most probably aren't mixed race so maybe have a good life in a different way. I don't know, you might know this, but I feel bad when I hear the cars roar by, which isn't often. I just got a noisemaker and wear earplugs and am tired of music. I just don't think I should feel some things that supposedly aren't rea. It really bothers me. It makes me very mad. I guess I'll go now. Time to sing and watch your show. Maybe make some roast beef or whatever. Or fish.
Poor Guy
Well, I guess I was thinking about hurting someone like emotionally but not mangling them and to do with someone else, if that's an important fact to know... I was mad because this person kinda shied away and disapproved. I guess I was already mad and it was too much, so I acted like he was like in the bad way gay but not to hurt him, just the only thought that came up but tried to avoid the word. However, I kept doing it, like do you want me to keep doing it? So, he reminded me of well made me feel like a line of a tube kinda thinner but not too thin near the bottom of my hips and think of beer. Someone kinda knocked me up in a V for some reason earlier. Then, I heard him sound like "pizza." It didn't hurt at the time and I'm not sure how much it irritates me. Then, he drove away innocently but gruffly wondering about "what's not in it in the next 'nigger car.'"
What If People Didn't Really Affect My Life
I don't know, but they keeping popping in with weird things. I know that there is an after-effect. I did go full out but didn't try to mangle with them. I don't do that.
Dream
Ah, yes, I really felt myself blinded on the floor of a carpet by a door that wasn't ours and later somewhere else.
Dream
The first was more interesting with more pain.
The second one, I thought someone really came in my room. I felt their large hand|arm lift my shorts. I thought it was supposed to go the other way but was stimulating me. I felt medium-short smooth, straight, probably fair, bright, sandy blonde locks, layered. I was feeling for them as they moved me around the room. I was left a bit overcome with stimulation but nothing elating. Then, I imagined something I don't remember well, but I sort of thought it up. Something else interesting happened.
I guess I kind liked the closeness I experienced tonight.
The second one, I thought someone really came in my room. I felt their large hand|arm lift my shorts. I thought it was supposed to go the other way but was stimulating me. I felt medium-short smooth, straight, probably fair, bright, sandy blonde locks, layered. I was feeling for them as they moved me around the room. I was left a bit overcome with stimulation but nothing elating. Then, I imagined something I don't remember well, but I sort of thought it up. Something else interesting happened.
I guess I kind liked the closeness I experienced tonight.
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