The Tampa NIN concert MicroMan, the NF cuck paid for, was pretty fucking sweet. I barely knew shit that was being played… but I did it for My Matt and he loved it.

Ha wait, I knew this part… (try not to spew… the end get’s better.)

We also did a bit of shopping at IKEA. The furniture looks cute but it’s built like garbage.
And since when did the fucking language of the United States become Spanish? On every goddamned ticket Spanish was the first thing you’d see, frantically flipping shit around to find the English. As Matt put it best, The WALMART of furniture.

Upon returning home I found a little present waiting for Me on the doorstep. My $200 inliners I’ve been wanting.

 

Enough about Me, let’s get to the juicy meat. Since I didn’t backup My old LJ all My boitois who owed Me something got a ‘get out of debt free card.’ No Bueno (look what IKEA taught Me). So I am in the process of updating My Slut Vault. More then likely if your loser ass was mentioned here you are posted there.

And to spice this place up a bit, My MaidTwaty left Me a little gift. I hope your face is blocked out enough.. Thanks for the Paid Journal ;]