the title was a strangled scream, by the way.
I HATE MY LUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was just getting used to my old lunch, and I had finally found a worth-while table, andthenidropedoutoffrenchandnowmlunchisdifferentboohoo.
Ugh.
Man, I'm out of stuff to write already.
OH YEAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I finished my fifth journal. And now I'm on the sixth one(kind of duh, n'est-ce pas?). I'm running out of Ideas for a warning picture. I've done Gigi with gun, Gigi with staff, Gigi with knife, Gigi's coat hung up next to a blood splatter, and Gigi with nuke. ANY IDEAS, PEOPLE?!
Yah.
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scythe and chain, meat cleaver, AK-47(or other machine gun), large spiked mace.
that was helpful.
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