Earlier On This Weeks Show ;; Harriet Undid Mally's Bra.

Harriet: Would You Like Me To Do It Up For You?
Mally: I dont want you to touch me ever again...
Harriet: But what about saturday?


Miss Hobbinator*: Girls, you two better get some work out to do...
Mally and Hatty: WE ARE *Bangs the table repetedly with her pointy finger*
Miss Hobbinator: Banging the table doesnt mean your doing something.


Mally: Im sorry I dont like loud noises, they scare me.
Miss Hobbinator: Why not?
Mally: I was banged violently as a child.



IanMiester: Mally, it would really help if you actually texted me or something in the evening to arrange saturday...
Mallster: I KNOW I KNOW, IM SORRY I HAD A SHOWER.
IanMiester: Oh no. What a dilemma.


IanMiester: *Says something Lame*
Mallster: Shut up or im going to screw you silly.
IanMiester: And then like...what?
Horny Hatty: Im going to bone you.
IanMiester: Mally, did you just tell me you were going to 'Screw me silly' followed by hatty who said she was going to 'bone me' ?

Mallystun: You know what you need to do to get rid of chapped lips?
Ianio: Vaseline?
Mallystun: No. well yes. but you can put some minty paste and brush your lips instead. really works.
Ianio: Ok question. why did you just call it "minty paste" surely you mean toothpaste? lmao.
















* - Miss Hobbinator is our form tutorator.

I do have a Significant other.

You've got to make a decision.

Leave tonight;;

Or Live and Die this way.

The bitterness has faded.



Better to taste ;;

Oh man.

This toothpaste is icky.

Im getting such amazing response in .My Messages To God..

Im touched.
I really am.


This was probably the best Idea Ive ever had.

I am the picture of cracked perfection. Inscribed letters into the sand. Temporary almost, washed away by the magnificent ocean.
I am the distraught image of a fractured little girl lost among the cut shards of glass.
Beyond the pretence, oh, that beautiful pretence which fabricated the threads of my existence, I am simply a faded girl. I never really fitted in. I never really stood out.
I just was.

I have never felt so close to the stars. If I could just reach a little higher, my fingertips could touch their blurred edges. I could pluck each one out of the sky and sprinkle them all around me. I feel my fingers rush with heat at the thought. Ahead of me lies a sleeping town, nestled amongst the glowing streetlights. Pulsing softly. I bring my hand towards my lips. Slipped in-between my fingers, is a joint. I press it towards my stone lips. I inhale. The hot smoke slithers down my icy throat and clasps my mind. I close my eyes and hold my breath. Savouring every last moment. I feel my heart throbbing. Vivacious colours make intricate patterns inside my eyelids. My body is shaking, convulsing even. I feel my body let go. I’m letting go of everything. Of everything I was, and everything I am. After this year, I’m ready. I’m ready to leave it behind, and let myself be everything I could be. Everything I know I can be. This is it. This is my moment.


My name is Skye.

April 22nd 1989. It started. Skye Madison was born.
From that point onwards my life escalated into the most trivial list of mundane events; occasional conversation, timid smiles, shy glances, an occasional flickering of the eyes

Hey Man,
Today I called Nick, and It was like :

Nick: Uh oh.
Me: *silence* *Tries to stop laughing, because she thinks shes rang the wrong number* Is Nick there?
Nick: *Funny Voice*Uhm...Ya Ill give it to him *Silence* Hey Bebe, That was me all along.
*LAUGH FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER*



Tom: I gtg guys
Nick: OHHH PLEASE DONT GO MAN PLEASE, IM GOING TO MISS YOU SO MUCH OMGGGG PLEASE, DONT LEAVE ME.
Mally: Bye man.
Tom: Ok Ill stay.
Nick: jk leave.
Mally: omg nick, well done.

His name is "Babe"
Not Nick.

K?

Poll Poll Poll.

Btw Nick, I giggled tonns when I read your poll.

I love it.

I've been engaging in the "Cleaning My Room" Project
For
4 days now.

What have I become?

Filter - Take A Picture.
Cuz I wont Remember.


The times we spend together;;
Well they just blew me away.

    
She Looking Into His Eyes.



And She Just Knew.

Me: Man shes so stupid with a S, T and U.
Iz : Lol
Me: Shes so GAY with a F A T .
Iz: *thinks* um...fat? Shes fat? wtf mally, that doesnt even sound like "gay" except for the A.
Me: and the t.
Iz: *pause* tgay. or....GATE.

And Worst Of All
;; You Never Call Baby,
When You Say You Will.

Ummm
Like;;


Fag.