The results of my latest poll are creeping in. People should vote on my poll because it's a good one. None of that "Do you think i'm hot" shit anymore. Just random things I think about during the day. VOTE ON MY POLL YOU BITCH, YOU SLUTTY BITCH. I command thee.

Bored. So bored I started a diary. Enjoy it you cunting whores. By extrapolating the latest results of my poll from 11 people on Elftown to the entire world population, I have ascertained that 82 percent of the world does not like my blonde hair and 9 percent of the world wants me to fuck them raw. I love it, but if I'm this dirtysexyhot then shouldn't people give me the eye more often? Honestly, if one in ten people wanted to fuck me, then one in ten people should be staring me down in the streets, drooling down the front of their shirts and babbling incoherently. Sorry, had to rant about something, figured my ego (Josh thinks I'm conceited) was as good a place as any to start. The results are flawed. I declare this experiment an utter failure.