You're the swingset, and I'm the kid that falls.

Have you ever wondered why most of us are afraid of the dark? Are we afraid of the things that may lurk in the shadows? Or are we afraid of not being able to see? How do blind people determine whether it's day or night? Are they afraid of the dark? Or are they immune to that phobia? What about "Love at first sight"? I know it's possible for blind people to fall in love, but how do they know that the person who stands before them is the one?

Love at first sight. *Sigh* We are all guilty of judging people for their looks, clothing and even how they talk. Don't even try to stand up proudly and say, "Not me, I've never done that!", because we all do it on a day to day basis. For example, if you see a guy with lucious brown hair, gorgeous eyes and a nice bod, you're most likely to look. Am I right? Unless you're in a long term relationship, married or not into guys, you're probably going to check him out. But so what if he has small feet, so what if he has a third nipple, you will still check him out. This brings us to the mind boggling question everyone is asking, "What is love at first sight?". Some people say it's the moment when you first gaze upon them and you can't take your eyes off them. But that happens to me all the time. There are some pretty tasty looking guys out there and I can't help it if my eyes are glued to them. But I know that's not love at first sight.

Anyways, it's ponder time ladies and gentlemen. Bye for now.
Love Ota xox

Every Girls Worst Nightmare....

BOO!
I'm back bitches and ready for total domination.

Use Your Spirit Fingers, Ladies

I'm usually the one who everybody *cough* turns to for advice, but at the moment I'm in a bit of a dilemma. I HAVE LITERALLY ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WEAR. Not a single outfit of mine excites my fashion senses, not even a tingle. And you know why? I haven't bought anything nice/worth wearing for like a month! You may not think thats very long, but for me its virtually a year. Think of all the nice things that have already been and gone in the shops?

I'm like a carzy psychotic person when it comes to my fashion, so the thought of that is quiet sickening.....

Hey Mum, They Made a Movie About Me!

In other ridiculously random news, I am a complete and utter gossip junkie. It's like effing crack to me. My daily brain conversation to itself basically consists of "OMG I didn't check TMZ this morning, what have a missed!" and the classic "HOLY SHIT! Somebody died and I didn't hear about it first *tisk tisk*" Yeah, don't judge me...... Anyway as I was saying im a celeb news addict, so I was looking at Perez Hilton this arvo, and it had like a list of celeb birthdays, and apparently Carrot Top is older then my mum! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? MY MUM IS OLD AND CARROT TOP IS *gulp* OLDER?!?!?

And on another annoying note about Carrot Top, he's totes more feminine looking than me! again, WTF! Damn you CT, you youthful she-man!

Excuse me Mr Top, but WTF! like srsly...

And in another extremelly random subject change, im on a diet. It's called Body Trim (You may have seen the ad, with the creator Jeff Jowlett and his not-even-there upper lip. Funny shit) And in two days i've lost 2.3 kilos, and I feel great! (HA! I sound like the lamest corn dog ever!) Im trying to get a body like Kim Kardashian, shes my "thinspiration"

How Bodaciously-Bootyful

Wish me luck lovies :)

So as all the "hipsters" say, Later Skater, i'll see you on the flip-side!

Love,

Mazza xx

Fill Her In

Salutations, it's Twinkie.
Again.
Haha, no-ones been blogging lately, especially Danasaur. I'm 100% sure that she's only blogged twice. What a slacker. And you too Ota, you need to get blogging aswell.
Anywho, I've been feeling quite low lately which has inspired me to write more poetry.

She is hollow
A tap on her chest
Sends echoes bouncing
Around her cavernous ribcage
Dislodging her fragile heart
Hanging from a string of dried flesh
Causing her heart to shatter
Into pieces at her feet
She tries to mend her broken heart
But the shards slip though her fingers
It's a lost cause, she's decided
So she walks around
With an empty chest
Waiting for someone else
To fill her in

It's about me..

Hello there, it's Twinkie here. I have a poem for you.

She is repulsive, grotesque
With her long, scrawny, flesh-less limbs
Her empty, hollow rib-cage
Her raw-boned hips
Her leather skin stretched over her frame
Her gaunt, elongated face
Covered in oily pimples
Her vacant, sunken eyes
Her over-sized, cracked lips
Stretched over sharp, crooked teeth
Ready to devour anyone within reach
Stay away!
Her dark, lank hair hangs over her face
Sheilding her from the world
And the world from her.