Yo, what's up? . . . Nothin? Ok, then. Lets start with me.

Gender : Female

Name : . . . um... No

Favorites :MUSIC, Animals, drawing, hockey =D, painting, reading, cotton candy!, annoying my family :P

Hate :ANIMAL ABUSERS!, ABUSERS, I also hate it when my friends are hurt and I can't do anything about it T.T

Beautiful are the lies that fall, but hurtful are the truths that shatter. From Terminally Ambivalent --

In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." By Shing Xiong. --

"A person that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both." by Dwight D. Eisenhower --

Having the love of your life say, "we can still be friends", is like having your dog die and your mom saying you can still keep it. --

The dinosaurs extinction wasn't an accident. Barney came and they all committed suicide. --

When Life gives you lemons, squirt them in Life's eyes. --

I'm Sorry/Girls Don't Realize This

I'm sorry

that I bought you roses

to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry

That I was raised with respect

not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry

That my body's not ripped enough

to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry

that I open your car door,

and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry

That I'm not cute enough

to be "your guy"

I'm sorry

That I am actually nice;

not a jerk

I'm sorry

I don't have a huge bank account

to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry

I like to spend quality nights at home

cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry

I would rather make love to you then just screw you

like some random guy.

I'm sorry

That I am always the one you need to talk to,

but never good enough to date

I'm sorry

That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,

but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry

That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,

but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry

If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat,

only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry

If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours,

instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry

that you can't realize..

I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry

If you read this and know somebody like this

but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry

For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry

That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry

I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough

to make it in your world.

I'm sorry

I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it,

I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry

That I told you I loved you

and actually meant it.

I'm sorry

That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you

instead of spending time with my family.

I'm sorry

That I cared

I'm sorry

that I listen to you at night

talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

I'm sorry

That I let you speak when you wanted,

when I had so much that I wanted to say.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked His friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

Re-Post this if you're against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't.

Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs.

Daddy's Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

Her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

That she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

If she went to school alone

But she was not afraid;

She knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

For her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

Eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,

For everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called

A student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

Every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

For a man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'

She heard a boy call out.

'She probably doesn't have one,'

Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

She heard a daddy say,

'Looks like another deadbeat dad,

Too busy to waste his day.'

The words did not offend her,

As she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

Slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,

Because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

He taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

And ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone

Cause my daddy's always with me,

Even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

He'll forever be in my heart'.

With that, her little hand reached up,

And lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

Her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

Of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,

Staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

But its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

But heaven's just too far.

You see he was a policeman

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away.'

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.

And to her mothers’ amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

I know you're with me Daddy,'

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person,

an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them,

but then an entire life to forget them.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have two choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Girl Comebacks!

Man: Where have you been all my life?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the ends of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I could see you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put u and i together.
Woman: Really? I'd put f and u together.

Man: Your eyes, they're amazing.
Woman: Seeing your back would be pretty amazing.

Man: Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
Woman: About as much as when you got kicked out of Hell.

Girls, copy and paste this on your profile!

JUST SOME THINGS I THINK ARE FUNNY!

The Clefairy and Jiggly had entered the slap off to end all slap-offs.

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Chion cocked his head to the side, "You look like a girl."

'Awe hell to the no.'

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"…Do you often send dark looks to your crotch?" Danzou asked, his amusement clear in his tone.

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"Do you think he beamed himself up to his mother ship?" Kiba asked in a whisper and Naruto snorted, paused and thought, before shrugged.

"You never know with that guy."

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In his office, Kiba was holding back his laughter at the fact that Sasuke had, unintentionally, called his own father an idiot.

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'Oh wow, I am an almighty ass...' he thought, somewhat horrified at himself. He knew he was an ass, but now that he actually recalled some of the ways he'd acted...No wonder Mikoto said he'd changed from her 'sweet husband' to 'the biggest prick in the entirety of prick-vill and all surrounding prick-villages'...

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"No one ever asks you to think of Ozzy Osbourne in a pink leotard dancing the cha-cha, but we all do it at some point in our lives anyway," Kiba said flippantly before grinning widely when Naruto's face scrunched in horror as he automatically pictured the image. "See!"

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Deidara whooped happily, jumping from his seat and leaning across the table to ruffle my hair. "That's great, un! You should come over to my house sometime and I'll show you my stuff!" he said.

I snorted and covered my mouth, feeling some heat rush to my face. Somehow, that sentence had just sounded a bit wrong. It seemed Sasuke thought the same, for he swatted Deidara's hand away roughly and pushed him back into his seat.

"Keep your paedophile thoughts to yourself, you weirdo." He snapped, leaning forward in his seat so he was shielding me slightly.

Deidara looked confused before it caught up with him, and he quickly started rambling an explanation, his cheeks a bit pink.

"N-No! You've got it wrong, un! I meant show him my fireworks and sparklers, un!" he said.

I began snickering, trying to muffle the sound as much as possible with my hands. Sasuke was looking even angrier by the seconds.

"You sick person!" He growled at a now very embarrassed, very annoyed Deidara.

"Dammit, stop taking everything I say the wrong way, un!"

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My eyes started to close, but just before I was engulfed, I heard a voice in that very random part of my mind, which sounded exactly like Kiba screeching 'Don't go into the light! Those angel-creeps might rape you!'

But that was unlikely. They were holey enough, they didn't need my hole too.

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"Pass me the knife please, dear." Mikoto's voice said. There were some chinking sounds before she spoke again. "No no, the big one dear."

"This is the big one." Ah, there was Fugaku.

"No, that's the small one."

"This is small?"

"Yes dear, I need the big one."

"This one is the size of my entire hand from the wrist down...And I have big hands." Oh did he now? Heh heh.

"Yes dear, I know." Oh my... "But I need the bigger knife."

"Where is it?"

"It should be in that drawer."

"...Mikoto dear..."

"Yes?"

"...This is a sword..."

"No darling, it's a knife."

"...It's a sword."

"I bought it in the cookware department. It's a knife."

"...Where exactly do you go shopping?"

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I reached my street and quickly tried to smooth down my appearance to the usual, slightly forlorn look I wore when I returned home after a satisfying stay at Naruto's house. Oh, and was it ever satisfy-

NO! Bad Sasuke! Look sad! Like a...like a...like a HUSH PUPPY!

Yes, put on your Hush Puppy face!

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"Since we're awake, how about a little fun?"

"Teme! We're at your parent's house!"

"Technically it's my house too, since I don't live separately."

"Still, your parents are home. And your brother! And your brother's friends! We're not doing it!"

"Aw c'mon Naru!"

"Geez, Kiba was right! You are a horny pervert!"

"Do not mention Kiba while we are in bed, especially before sex."

"Did you not hear me? No sex tonight!"

"Hn. Just keep your voice down and it'll be fine."

"Keep my-YOU keep YOUR voice down!"

"So you agree we can do it then! Now sit up so I can get your boxers off."

"What the fuck did I just say?.!"

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Kyuubi: Well that didn't go quite the way I thought it would.

Naruto: Don't tell me you're siding with him again.

Kyuubi: Hell no, I hate him again. Stay away from him.

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Anko was eating her yummy dango, before seeing the mass amount of lightning surrounding Kakashi's hand. "Oh shit! Chidori-Naruto=DoomD-Ranks!" She thought. "Naruto! Run away! Before it's too late!" But it came out as, "Neptune! Pun a gay! Eat whore feet cum rate!" Naruto stopped his advance on Kakashi's position, turning and staring at Anko's direction. "What the Hell does that mean?!" He said, puzzled. He turned back toward Kakashi, ignoring the funky hand dance Anko was doing, only to see a lightning-covered hand, rushing straight at him. "Oh shit." Was all he said.

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"Lee!"

"Gai-sensei!"

"LEE!"

"GAI-SENSEI!"

Gai stopped in mid-step, giving Lee a strange look.

"Gai-sensei, what's wrong?" Lee asked, tears still leaking from his eyes.

"Lee I don't know how to say this, but, your youthful eyebrows are missing!" Gai shouted, whirling his arms around for emphasis.

Emphasis!

"Gai-sensei what do you-" Lee started, before Naruto shoved a mirror in front of him.

He had no eyebrows, "SENSEI WHAT DO I DO?" Lee yelled, grabbing at his eyes.

Gai shook his head solemnly, saying, "Lee, you'll just have to wait until they grow back."

"These are very warm." Everyone turned to Naruto, almost falling over from the sheer absurdity of what they saw.

Naruto had Lee's eyebrows taped over his eyes. Not above them, not even below them.

Right on them.

"Wow!" Naruto commented enthusiastically, "If it snows in Konoha then I won't need to wear a hat will I?"

Lee opened his mouth, then closed it. He opened his mouth again, then closed it again, staring at the boy in front of him.

Lee took another stab at talking, "Naruto…" he squeaked out, "How did you take my eyebrows?"

"Trade secret." Naruto commented vaguely, "Now, if you don't mind, I will be going." Naruto took a step, Lee jumping in front of him.

"Naruto, can I have my eyebrows back?" Lee queried.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because they're soooo warm and fuzzy!"

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This is what I got on SemeUke.com!

You are a Clueless Uke!

Having a good time is what you're all about. You're satisfied just to have someone to eat hamburgers and play video games with, and are completely oblivious to other's manipulative behavior. You don't expect much, and that can be a good thing. You're perfect prey for the Opportunist Seme, who might take advantage of you, but you probably won't even notice, or really care, as long as you're enjoying yourself.

Most compatible with:Opportunist Seme, Romantic Seme
Least compatible with: Sadistic Seme, Don't Fuck With Me Seme

96% of teenage girls would sob if Justin Beiber was about to jump off a building. Post this on your profile if you're the 4% who'd be at the bottom, eating popcorn and chanting "JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!"

95 percent of teens would have a break down if Miley Cirus was on the edge of a tower ready to jump. Post this into your profile if you are one of the 5 percent who would be screaming, "Jump Bitch, Jump!"

One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem: my husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do?"

"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg."

In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.

"Jesus!" Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the hatpin.

"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones.

"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.

"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr. Jones had winked off again. However, this time, the minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.

The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"

Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ass!"

"Amen," replied the congregation.