You's a hoe
AnonymousYou better believe it.
Hey - I know I just sent you one of these yesterday, but I just read your latest post where you narrated the most beautiful tale (sorry, couldn't help it). You said you were at a CF walk. Did you mean a Cystic Fibrosis walk? I have a mild case of CF.
Yup! It was a Cystic Fibrosis walk. I go every year!
Your background, when stared at without focusing, kind of looks like a fly's eyes.
Is this a bad thing?
Your background perfectly encapsulates how I felt upon discovering you had a tumblr. You have the voice of a thousand angels singing high above the clouds and the soft touch of a golden retriever's silken coat. Your breath is sweeter than a field of lilac - that was a little too far, wasn't it? Anyways, you're awesome.
False. Black bear.
Day 2. Sit around the Fireplace for a boring story.
I survived. Im surprised I still have this thing up, I honestly didn’t think it would make it a day. So I don’t really know what to say now. So I will just tell you a story about how I got on local TV.
I was at a CF walkathon for my cousin. Me and my fellow cousins brought our scooters for the actual walk. We were fairly young and walking that whole thing was way to much work, so instead we would weave through all the people, gracefully running over peoples feet. So as the only ones with scooters, naturally we started a gang. We cruised around in a V formation, jumped over twigs, normal gang stuff. We had found monkey hats from a radio station stand, and of course, wore them on our head as we flew though the groups of people. Then we spotted a camera man from our regions tv channel. It was a fairly big region, News 12 for fellow long islanders. So they were covering the event live, so naturally, we thought it would be a cool idea to ride our scooters in the back of it, giving out scooter gang some recognition. So we go across, my cousins infront of me doing jumps and stuff. As the youngest I’m last. I go behind the interview, and try to jump over a twig (its a very small twig). I fall. And my cousins ditch me. So I just fell in the background of a live interview, close to tears. So naturally what do I do? Try to crawl out. Not even using my knees. Like pulling my body with my hands. I dont know if anyone has noticed me, my parents havent. So I’m now crying, and trying to pull myself with the determination of a olympic athlete. The worst part of the story is that we didn’t record it. Thats AFV material. And that is the story about how I got on TV.
Welcome Stalkers and People who accidentally stumbled across this.
I don’t know what the hell this is, nor how to work it. The only other tumblrs I know are Texts From Bennet, and the Community Gifs. This was a result of boredom and the need to type something long. I don’t know why anyone would want to follow me. Its just like twitter, except you have to deal with them ranting about problems for more than 180 characters. I have no clue what to post. Or what to say. I will probably end up abandoning soon enough, just warning. Ok now I’m sure nobody has read this far in. Going back to reddit, or reality is probably a better choice than continuing down this paragraph. People who are still reading, Wow you are dedicated. I love you. So yeah. I think thats it. Uhh… Thanks?
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