Die young;;

As much as I have allowed myself to begin liking me, I recently started feeling neglected. I guess it comes from the territory that everyone seems to have someone or something they circle their life around, and what do I have? A few bumps and bruises to show for something that I wanted so long.

I'm guessing as much as I ramble on about myself, it brings me to wonder... How is everyone else doing?  :]

Oh and to remind you all.. My birthday will be arriving soon.

Yes I know I have disappeared. Internet Fame? Not exactly FUN. I actually have been keeping up with a site that has given me several GOOD friends. A lot of good (and some bad) memories. I love my friends on this site and to keep my attencion? Join the site. But don't just JOIN it, have me invite you. You will definitely keep up with me, and hell, if I invite you, I will definitely give loads of attencion.

The site? Fubar. Fubar means = Fucked up beyond all recognition. So if course. THIS is a NSFW site. Nudes. Vulgarity. Girls being molested via shoutbox [a tiny chatroom like box that is only shared with you and the person shoutboxing you]. It's a crazy awesome sight and I reighn as top member almost everyday, out of a current 1,439,837 members on the site. I get consistant attencion and keep my internet fame aside from the small sites I am also part of.

So message me. Comment me. Let me know what you think. Send me an email address to send the invite to. Go. Look at newer and way more revealing also very artistic photos of mine. Get to know the real me :]

xoxo Noni

Go veiw me via Fubar: http://fubar.com/user/1203658

Yeah I had an extensive break, and wow I came back and looked through older stuff on here and wondered what the HELL I was thinking! So anyways, I am in fact back on this site. I promise to try and be faithful to this site yet again. I had my good days on here :] Been able to vent as most people who are already in my neighbourhood know.

And to pretty much update you on things that have happened since last time I updated. I no longer work at the same place. I pretty much have no job. Okay, Sibling 1 moved out and Sibling 2 is still driving me nuts, but I know it's all worth it. My mum is still the same crazy woman I always knew way back when, but I am still pushing it and living with her. One day, I think it'll be worth it. I've gained very many friends within the past few months. Had a scare that I could have been pregnant. Made a decision to lead life the way I want to. I got a new cell phone, a new cell phone plan, a new boyfriend, whom I am going on just almost a month with, but so far, the working of this, we have proven to be absolutely nuts about each other.

My dad and I are on a "regaining" relationship. We talked on Halloween. A few weeks before that. Yeah, I think everyone deserves second chances, right? I still have my old habits of being too wild, talking too much on the phone, and my writing. I am still the once-happy but still-depressed girl and I love it. :]]

I'm giving myself a chance of rediscovering myself, where I stand and what I do. I've made it. I gave it my all. I fought my ghosts. I fought the demons. I'm here. It's real. I'm back.

xoxo Noni

So. I ran into the vacuum with my little toe. It hurt. I thought I'd only stubbed it, but I became worried when my toe HURT because of it. I'd broke THIS little toe about 3 times. Stubbing it doesn't bother me, so I had a ping of pain. Ended up ignoring it for a bit till it actually started hurting. I looked down.. and I was bleeding. Apparently, the vacuum ate 2 layers of skin off my toe *whines* And it's painful.

             Then meme tried to hand me an alcohol prep pad.

HAHA

What's wrong with that woman?

-_- Pictures:

That's the front view of my toe [ OWCH? ]

That's top view.... :'[

Blood was dripping, and I have light colored carpeting

Okay then. =[ I feel horrid now. I can't feel my toe much at all anymore.

xoxo Noni™

Okay, so I am pretty much ordering a ring I like a lot. =D Wanna see it?

Chyeah.

B-)

xoxo Noni™

Okay. So today is Bob's birthday. Yes... BOB. Got a freaking problem?

Take it up with the D-A's office on Monday. So we celebrated. And had a get together.

"Happy Birthday BOB!"

But then problems arose. Bob became angry with Gerard, and teamed up with Ray.
Gerard had to die.

Bob is angry.

Ray is angry.

But is he died? =O

He is now!

Bob and Ray are proud ^-^;

THE END

mor•bid \mor-bed\ adj 1 : of, relating to, or typical of disease; also DISEASED, SICKLY 2 : characterized by gloomy or unwholesome ideas or feelings 3 : GRISLY, GRUESOME

Dear Tyra Banks,

    I know you are smart. Matter of fact, I'd love to have been so smart to have millions, have my own show, and be considered the next Oprah Winfrey. That is an honour you should hold high. It is something to be proud of, not something to be taken lightly, or to piss away any respect you DO have. No, I don't watch television. I don't watch your shows, or know reasoning of having models being a huge concern for Amerika. Also, I don't know you as a person, I really don't know anything about you... but this disturbed me.

       All I have heard were awesome reviews. Good things about you as an idealist, an artist, and a person to take your art to an extreme, but fair, and not to mention AMAZING level.

I guess the whole idea of the last shoot was.. ::sexy murders::

HOW THE HELL IS MURDER SEXY??? What the hell. Either way, I am disgusted =\ And it's hard to disgust me.

Let's start with Diana. Okay, what was she supposed to be murdered from? Looks like they may have taken some organs as well. And you would think if this ever happened to someone, their eyes would CLOSE from dying [ matter of fact, many of the deaths on here weren't SHOCKING. They may have taken more than a few seconds, and the eyes should have shut ]

Next in line is Sarah. If we didn't get some faces with this one, the audience may have been IN on the whole idea of a model dying this way [ doesn't sound shabby to me ]. From what I have inquired from the comments on this picture I saw, they were wondering HOW she had died. If you question this, take your hand, opened, palm facing you and slap yourself extremely hard // She's fallen down the steps. Idiots. Why can't I look this hot when I trip down the steps?

One of the worse ones I'd seen has been Jaslene's. I really don't know how she'd have managed that, but that wasn't murder. It was a dumb ass model falling. They do it all the time =\ So it WASN'T new. Just how in the hell did she get her leg to do that -_- I don't know. Can you guys guess and help me along?

Okay... In this one, I see both possible murder, or a model attempting to either curl, straighten her hair or blow dry it IN THE SHOWER. Hey... It's possible. So this brings to question whether Brittany may have been killed, or she by accident forgot to read the label that says "Keep away from water" =\ But her whole side of her face is burned ... Owch? Yeah. And her boob is missing. And even then, the bra cup you CAN see appears almost empty... Hmm. Just an observation =]

Whitney was a pretty well done one! Actually insinuates there was a murder. But wait, HER EYES ARE OPEN. SHIT! >_< Oh. Ruins the facade. Heh! Oh well.

Felicia was on a shaft for one of the older type flat buildings. I don't think too many flat buildings even have them anymore, but I am gonna take a whack at this and think maybe she'd... tripped on her stilettos, landed on her back, and bled from her head. If that makes any sense what-so-ever. =\

Okay. I am not even going to attempt to guess what the hell is going on here. Other than the fact that the eyes are open, you can't see any sign something happened to make her seem DEAD at all. Or maybe because how her neck is, and her body being pressed down, she asphyxiated. But how is that murder? I guess Natasha isn't going to go far in modeling =\

xoxo Noni™

Oh, and this blog is closed for discussion </3

What does it mean to live well? 
Submitted by Dean.

This can be taken many ways. To a poor person, living well would mean having money. To someone who has money, living well could constitute having more money. Or to a neurotic person, living well is every day being able to control more and more people; being a leader. To a morbid person, living well would be living with constant pain. To a happy person, one that is freakishly happy all the time, rainbows and unicorns everyday would be living well.

    Or we could be speaking of health. A dying person could think living well.. would just to continue living. Or a person with so much pain could just think that not living would be best.

Okay, no this is not the best I could think of. My mind is pretty much clouded =\ Gay huh?

xoxo Noni™

        Well you see..
          I'm not exactly the greatest child in the world. Oh yes, I understand that much. I understand I mess up many times, in one way or another. But still... You are stuck with me. I began taking meds that made me have an image of a friend who used to be there, still here, and somehow will always be here. I married the lobster that works at Red Lobster, but don't worry, we can't do anything until the crabs clear.
          We walked through out Wal*Mart today and saw the commercial that sealed us fearing smileys and television to the Nth degree. I take all these funky pictures of my face so I have something to do before the before the dinosaurs and lollipops stop dancing in my head, and bring on the acid induced migraine that haunts my mind for sometimes days on end. The breaking of the little fuzz ball sitting here on the couch doesn't seem to make the acid any better. So then I lay here on the cloud of polyester thread things, listening to The Used sing my heart away, or scream it away. I don't know which one.
          I work on getting up off the cloud that is soon to cave in anyways and go get some nails for breakfast and tacks for snacks, you know, to keep my stomach occupied from the inserting pain it has, so yeah, the tacks didn't help much. But none the less, I wasn't hungry anymore, still that damned fuzz ball will NOT shut up yet. And the stupid neighbors across began to drilling rainbows into the ground, and again, the tacks didn't help much.
          So I lay my head over the side of my bed to see if the acid will drain out of my ears, fragments of Felix the cat and Chewbacca fall out, and the ear of one Bugs Bunny falls out too, but other than that... it hasn't really changed. You know, I blame Wal*Mart for the acid in my head, those crazy people, with their INSANELY LOW PRICES, and what in the HELL is up with that trippy "roll back man"?? He's a freak and their all on crack.
          Flyleaf, thank you for writing "so sick", because I feel pretty sick myself, and thank you SO much Mr. Pakuia for taming the wild dinosaurs in my head from eating the little defenseless lollipops in my head and teaching them to dance happily in my head.

           You know, after wondering the strawberry fields, I unearthed the land of Oz. How freaking spinderific is that?! But this is where characters get switched. Instead of Dorothy, there was me. Instead of that pain in the ass Toto, their was the annoying ass fuzz ball. Instead of the scarecrow, there was an actual crow. Instead of the Tin Man, their was the robot from the Jetsons. & instead of the Cowardly Lion, there was a llama named Jim. Now I also must mention that the ruby slippers where actually torn up beat down Etnies. Also, I didn't carry a damn basket. I carried a blue screwdriver that I would stab someone in the eye if they got near me.
          We ended up finding that there was no "Great Oz", the God of Carebears was there hiding behind a curtain. He granted each of our wishes, and mine was to be in Mars with Bert McCracken. There I was so, we sexed so much I thought I would die! I pln to visit Oz again one day, but as for now.. I will stay here tonight and hope you call me. I have to fill out an accident report, Kermit was walking through the neighbors yard and tripped on a rainbow, and skittles started popping up everywhere. Anyways, Kermit thought his arm was due to fall off, because it started to turn rainbow colors. Your name came up when the police showed, so if you see red and blue blinking lights... run.

I still blame Wal*Mart
Roll this back *flips bird*

xhollywood // wow I can barely see!

I have have recently [ finding interest in it ] have begun to look into what makes people like sadomasochism. Jon says its "mutual sexual pleasure between a sadist and a masochist." Lets go further on this one.

sadism - sexual pleasure brought on infliction pain to someone else.
masochism - sexual pleasure is obtained from being mentally or physically punished.

"A sadist was sued for divorce by his masochist wife for spousal nonabuse, but the husband claimed he was just giving his wife what she didn't want" - Howard Ogden

Okay. So. It makes sense to put a masochist [ such as myself ] with a sadist. :D It makes more sense than putting two sadists together. That would be a mess. But as I was saying. If not to agree with me, I enjoy being told what to do [ oh boy am I going deep with this conversation ] -- I like being forced. The slave of sex. I'd rather have a master. I guess I need to find me a good sadist to complete my sexual needs :)

Anyways. Today, I found that I may be getting a job at the local McDonalds. Holy crap. Yes I am going to get off my ass and work =] But we went in to see my sister, whom works there, and Brandon was there. Amber was hugging Michael and Brandon goes "that doesn't look like food" -- And like not missing a beat, he goes "OH! You should attempt to hand him over to the people just to see their facial expression!" & I was like "Mmm... Happy Meal =)" Cause you know.. Children ARE the other, other white meat.

I swear Chicken McNuggets are made out of children. I enjoy them though. They ARE the best food there. I mean, who has heard of a chicken having a McNugget?