this was no chicken. this was evil manifest.

I cried "corn beef" in a demonic voice in front of people I'd just met. If that tells you anything about me...
Other than that, the name is Nabilah Johari who goes by her days embarrassing friends with her shameless antics.

You can call me X. My name doesn't really matter.

Thursday, December 4, 2008 10:43 PM

I am a miserable worm. I am worm lint. I am toe dirt. I deserve to be eaten by hyenas. Then to be vomitted back out when I am phlegm-free. My Totoro and Howl's Moving Castle DVDs are nowhere to be found, and the kitchen is out of chicken and potatoes plus I'll still be breathing through one nostril when I have my undang undang class tomorrow afternoon.

The fandom just had to die of all sorts of activities when I'm bedridden. Just had to. I can't even play games without seeing the characters morph into something much looking like randomly moving blobs.

But I'm thankful I don't have iron allergies because if I eat enough meat, I will actually start to cry blood. I'll have bloody tears rolling down my cheeks. This also will freak out more goths than I really care to think about, although it's going to be funny as heck, all things considered.

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