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Mrs. B,
I hope your Easter is full of happiness
Cheer and sunshine
I hope your Easter is full of egg
I hope it is so fine! (like your mom)
Love, Kym.

10 things I'd rather do than watch "From Justin to Kelly"..., 16 July 2003
10 Things I'd Rather Do Than Watch "From Justin to Kelly":

1. Hang myself with a fish line.

2. Gouge out my eyes with a broken tooth pick.

3. Choke on a spoon.

4. Slit my own throat with a plastic butter knife.

5. Cut off each of my fingers with a can opener.

6. Cut my own heart out with a spatula.

7. Swim in a paranha-infested pool wearing only a collar with a bloody bone on it.

8. Drive a car off of the edge of the Grand Canyon.

9. Hang from a lightning rod naked, holding a wrench into the air.

10. Become a vigilante (ala "Falling Down" wink and hunt down ANYONE who was involved in this "movie" (prefered weapon: chainsaw and shotgun).

Shows you how bad this movie is, 0.5/10 (0.5 being for the few attractive girls in it).

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To the great man on page 9 of the IMDb user comments on the terrible movie "From Justin to Kelly" I love you. heart
I want to see this movie just because I read this comment. I want to stay awake for nights on end with horrible nightmares of this terrible movie. domokun

gonk The Gonk gonk
gonk by Lyssoh gonk

Fee biggrin
Fi smile
Fo redface
Dread. stressed
Dreading the gonk. gonk
I have the gonk. gonk
Do you? heart
No. domokun
You are not cool like me to have the gonk gonk
That I have. 3nodding
Gonk? gonk
Yes. stressed
I dread the screaming gonk. scream gonk
I weeps for the scream. crying
But mostly for the gonk. gonk

Lazy Heather
by Lyssoh

Lazy Heather
Once ate a feather
Then it got stuck in her nose
We got it out with a garden hose
Now Heather is dumb
Haha.
Dumby.
Fee fi fo bumby.

LYSSOH WROTE THIS POEM

Pain
by Lyssoh

The pain is unbearable.
I am a polar bear.
I weeps.
The darkness
Seeps.
Into my head
Boring down into my brain
My brain is bored
By the pain
That is seeping0

heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart

I knocked down the door today sort of. Actualy, that's a lie. But I did bust the doorknob off with a sledgehammer. Y'all better watch out, this girl should NOT have a sledgehammer within reach. Just kidding.
I got locked out. Lol. So I called mom. She called dad. Dad called me. He told me to kick down the door. I couldn't because I'm not Arnold Schwarzenegger. So I ended up hitting the doorknob off with a sledgehammer. It was total rock. heart domokun heart domokun heart domokun heart

In one hour on the treadmill, I...
-Burned 508 calories
-Burned 158 FAT calories
-Went 3.38 miles
-Listened to almost 32 DDR songs
I.
AM.
EXHAUSTED.
domokun .

I need to type some of this up for my friend to read. She's going to be my faithful editor-type person who I'm basing my scare-o-meter off of. My goal- if I can scare the girl who watched Predator and Aliens when she was four years old, I can scare quite a few people. blaugh

Tup tup tup.
The gentle footsteps graced the chipped antique staircase as the young woman descended. She was pale-faced and looked so fragile it seemed like a gentle touch to her face could reduce her to ashes. She led herself down the stairs slowly, both hands grazing the old oak handrail to steady the delicate figure.
Tup tup tup thump.
She tumbled forward on the last couple steps and into a young man's arms. He caught her like she had been a soft feather floating to his fingertips. A warm smile made its way gracefully to his lips, which he pressed against the girl's. He oculd feel the weightless golden locks fall onto his face.
"Darling, we have much to do this night," he told the young woman in his arms. She gently put her arms around the man's neck and buried her face in the folds of the left shoulder of his suit, smiling. The man glanced at the grandfather clock down the dusty hallway. Eleven o' clock. The night was still young.
"You have yet to dress," the young man whispered in her ear. "Go back upstairs and change out of that shapeless nightgown. Do not trip on the stairs, my dear. I will not be there to catch you each time."

That's as far as I've gotten. Not scary yet, I know. It's just the prologue. But yeah... once the story picks up and these characters are explained posthumously, this part will have more of a meaning and be a little creepier. =D