I know I never shut up, ever. Cept' when Im up to somthing...

Which obviously at the moment I am because that was a short sentence but now since Im all sex nuts over this now because people just walked in and asked for a cellphone and then left and we have a pool now and I dont like to swim so Im sitting hre as where everyone else thinks Im all sorts of crazy and Edo like to ramble at me alot, when shes upset, happy, but when shes bored its sort of a toss up, but when shes sexed up shes quite, but as soon a you stop she'll start odering you around; but I have no problems with that cuz Im down with the garfunking snarfle funkle. But the moral is I was just sposed to post one thing now Im here babbling about stuff and Im listening to Kamelot and no ones on! AND I WAS JUST INTERUPTED AS WHERE ICOULD HAVE RANTED ON 5 MORE MINUTES BECAUSE STUPID HALF-SIBLING PERSON HAD TO GET HER BOYFREINDS PHONE NUMBER~ So now Ive lost on urge to carry on, Im going to go look at porn later because Im bored, and all sorts of sexed up. An' thats a lie, Imma' scower more random stuff later, stuff that isnt x-rated.. But I talk to myself alot, or in general don't shut up; if you've ever been to MSN chatrooms, or rooms on Oasiv you would have known that allready, but in the chat here, I gotta behave alot. Cuz', cuz'. I unno'. I don't behave, If I had wings I'd fly to the moon. But I find myself babbling when Im bored, fighting sleep, or whatever. Moral of the moral in this moral story is, that morals are the morals of the morally annoying things we do? Shut up, I want your socks. Socks are great, I wish I had 2032393902902389023890 pairs. A room with them, I'd run into them and flop around like a fish, I'd even paint myself fishy blue and flop around pointlessly making the fishy puffy air sucking noises, speaking of feech, I hate them. There fun to poke and stuff, but I dont liek eating them, if I had to eat fish I'd be sad. If I had no socks I'd be sad. So there was this lesbian, and she was the meanist lesbian in the world! Well, in my head she was. And she walked around sidewalks with 5 inch platform boots dressed in scary grey black! And one day she ran into a Noble Gay man, his name was Jonothan the Queen, he was small, and had a faint french mousthache, and he was a cool gay guy. Like, not the cool as in point and laugh, but the cool as one day at a Skating rink he got mad cuz' a buddy of mine was all, " Man thats so gay! ". And he stomped his lil' feminin foot and flailed his fishnet covered arms and said, " YOU KNOW WHAT! Im tired of 'gay' and anything gay related being used as means of insult, you know what. Your Straight. You stupied Hedrosexual. Go have your straight sex you femaler sexer-man! ", but he was cool. But hes a real person, cept' for the whole 'The queen' part. But back to the story. Jonothan the Queen lifted up his mighy, mighty sword and wa- shut up. Im going to prune over socks as I violently rub my anatamy, and don't go thinking thats a dirty remark. Cuz'its not...