running from boba

Hello, readers. Do you love me? I fear not.. but that is okay. If you appear ugly, you might not be. That isn't my motto -- but it's a good one to have nonetheless. I do stuff very well. Perfectly, to be honest. But most aren't that way.

I continued the MyDoom virus. Just kidding. However, I am extra secret. You don't know me. I don't, either. Welcome.

As I continue...

Boba. Soft, milky, bouncy, just like my tits. Sorry. How are you? ^ ^

I stared for a while. So contradicting, my page is. Not acceptable.

However. Don't stop. Believing. Glee. Ew. That program.

Mm, but you see I'm not British. Not that I know of at least. Suffering for a breath of air is not a joke But you just - I know. Hush, like a puupppyy. Stretching words is cute. You know what else is cute?

You wonder for a split second and say Tell me!

I agree..... but for it isn not if we are as strained to a Book as we are to pixel--- tomorrow. And again. Issues arise, but that is not the point. Or is it? A

Answer back, love you