Pilica

What do you know, I'm bored again. I have nothing to say actually. I have new glasses and it's blueee~ Meanwhile take a look at my awesome desktop. :thumb268301679: Okay here's a thing. Emilie Autumn is coming here in March. This is big news because it's the first time she's coming to this country. Now, I love her, I love her music. About her style, I give not much of a fuck. Thus the problem arise - I would love to see her live, but due to her gothish-industrialish-classicish thing going on, her fandom mostly consists of girls I cannot stand for more than 5 minutes without wanting them to shut up and stop existing already. So right no

Also I have nothing better to do. Well, maybe I do. I just don't understand how the fuck is it that all those little sluts girls walk around in hot pants or whatever the hell are they called and tops and have no problem at all, but I get sick right at the very moment when the temperature doesn't reach 30°C. Is it becuase I don't go out at all too often and my immune system is like a person's with HIV? *INAPPROPRIATE JOKE OH MY* Probably. But the most important question is WHO THE FUCK AM I WRITING THIS JOURNAL TO?!- Jeez I'm such a creep. Talking in myself. Internet, you creepy motherfucker.

Oh my sweet fucking Jesus. So I'm about to upload about 110 animated avatars. One by one. I'm not normal. //update: AND I'M DONE.