http://www.aniboom.com/animation-video/6252/What-Is-Love%3f/

Half of the top floor had been demolished in Tsunas attempts at liberation, which only served to fuel Mukuros glee. But when Tsunas infinite patience finally snapped, he had kicked Mukuro down the elevator chute from the top floor without the elevator. Even now, he could still hear the perverted laughter echoing through his ears, haunting his dreams as Mukuro descended joyfully into the abyss. It was a universally accepted fact that the only plausible reason for Rokudo Mukuros continued survival was that the Devil didnt want him.

Tsuna would vehemently argue that Mukuro was Lucifer himself.

http://www.petsnails.co.uk/care/intro.html

  428
*2.57
=1099.96

1099.96/60 =18.333 Hours.

O-o If my Math is right, I've listened to "Your Gunna go Far, Kid" By the Offsprings for 18 hours, totally 428 times.

Seeing Lavi in lecture mode was a rare occurance. In fact, Kanda had never recalled seeing Lavi in lecture mode. Frankly, it was a little scary. He talked like a teacher, who had taken drugs, and was now high.

Soooo.....:3

Hibari is finally living up to his name!

Yes, yes, our precious little yellow bettah is jumping and biting at my fingers, and he does so more then Sven. Yay! No doubt that he would have biten my finger to death if he was the real deal~

Ok, A note to Randi, I bought a new tank (actually, I really haven't BOUGHT it yet, she couldn't like my debit card, but she's got my number, and she knowns I'll be back. :3)

 >d

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aeb7Weyeu9s&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ImGEsY_nGQ&feature=related

Note: look up Russel Peters OMG :D

I usually don't write crap like but...it's getting too much to bare. I just want soemone to talk to, since Randi's dangerously low on minutes...god, and mom's still pissy when I tell her that we're still charged. She doesn't fucking know. She doesn't have a clue. God, I fucking hate it sometimes, she's such a hipocrite...but I feel bad, then I just don't...connect, I dunno. Appartently, I don't remember all the good times as a child. I dunno....

God, it sucks, being here without Randi at least 10 feet away. I miss the inside jokes, and when I realize I'm the only one who will know those jokes (like the alligator one...ask if you want, it's not htat long a story..), I get sad. God, and to know my dad's mom must fucking hate me, when I know that my little brat cousin is so much worse then I am... Fuck, I'm tired of this shit. I don't want her to dote on me, but I don't want her to look at me as if I'm some fucking....I dunno...

At least my dad is great, even though he's been the bad guy at times. Fuck, why did they have to bring up shit when I got off the plane, when I still wasn't over leaving Randi behind? God, I hate it, when she tries so hard, when I know she does, when people don't realize that...

I want her back, but I know that this may be a great oppertunity for her. I support her decision if she stays or comes back. Mom keeps mentioning, even a day or so into our trip, that she knew Randi would come back. WTF? Even when Randi confided in me that she might not be able to stay, I wanted her to try, for the sake of trying, I knew she could do it. God, why can't anyone understand that?

I hate doing this, I hate putting this shit out here, and I know no one will ever respond to this. After all, who would? No one knows what's going on. God, I really need a hug. I need someone to talk to. I'm tired of being alone, like I used to be. Trapped in a house, wishing for true friends and not getting any farther then an aquantence.

No one here seems to know how lonely it is. Before it wasn't so bad. I just seemed to..accept that fact of being alone. But know, after a taste of what a true friendship is, after this wonderful friendship, One I've never EVER had before, with any of my so called 'friends'...it's almost too much to bare when I think of it. Sure, I can push it all back, especially in public, but... Not when I have countless hours alone to kill.

God, I've never been so sad, and I don't know who to talk to. Who can I talk to? I don't have friends close enough, and the only one who is is down in Nevada, with a cell phone with close to nothing on it.

Sometimes I just want to be sick to take my mind off of things.

OMG WAAAANT

Lavi would have liked to tease and provoke the Japanese Exorcist more, but they didn’t have the time. Every second they spent talking, he realized, Malcolm could already be onto something. “Alright, we should probably divide into two groups, someone to check the files and someone to ask Tiedoll and/or Bookman. Ideally we should have a third party distract Malcolm, but I don’t think any of us are willing to do that.”

“Put me out there,” Aleister offered, chest thrust out importantly. “I’m not afraid to expose myself.”

“Do you ever think before you speak?” Kanda asked coolly, and Aleister wilted again.

“No, I just tend to whip it out there,” he admitted sheepishly.

I'm catching up on In Cold Embraces. (>>http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3424828/34/In_Cold_Embraces<<). I love Kro-Chan. >3 he's so adorable.