Staring at the blank page before you...

I fucking love Natasha howeveryouspellhersurname. Even more so than her brother, and I never thought that would be possible.

Like for serious.

Anyways I'm really fucking pissed off at MySpace right now. For a few reasons...
1) All of the stupid fucking whores it allows on the site.
2) How it keeps adding a bunch of shitfuck buttons and adverts that make it slower to load.
and 3) How some fuckfaceshithole hacked into my account and deleted all the information in the interests section of my profile and deleted the background and put all this weird code in the 'About Me' and 'Who I'd Like to Meet' section and somehow made my pictures all blurry.

Bitchass muthafucka.

So now I have to go fix everything and try to remember everything I had and get back to like 937678375 messages and die.

Oh, and I guess VegSpace is almost dead and needing donations now too, so I can't even just go and get the profile information I had there. Pssha. It fucking sucked. I loved VegSpace. I was never on, but I still fucking loved it.

Hmm yeah so I'm going to go save the vegans now. And by vegans I mean vegan. As in singular. As in myself.

Yeah.