The things my poor cat had to put up with.
Oh… found another!
Name: That’s pretty obvious…
Nickname: Roxi
Age: Nineteen years old. Baaah! Going to be twenty this year
Hair: Uhh, currently brown.
Eyes: Blue but tends to go green too.
-Favorite
Food: Oooh, would have to be chicken. Anything chicken, whether it be meat or eggs.
Drink: Soda drink would have to be Vanilla Coca Cola.
Color: Black, red and white
Book/ Magazine: Hmm… for Novel Series it would have to be Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman.
Song: Can’t possibly pick!
Band/ Singer: Again, way too many.
Sport: Equestrian
Place to be: Home, in my bedroom, on my laptop.
School Subject: Oh gosh.. um… Would probably have to be Hospitality or Travel and Tourism.
TV Program: Can I just say Dragon Ball Z?
Movie: Going to go with Spirited Away. It’s the first thing that comes to my head.
Actor: Zac Efron…. Ehh.. John Travolta… tehe.
Actress: Uuh…
Clothes: Jeans. Hoodies. Converse Sneakers.
Shop: clothing store? Oh, I don’t really like clothes shopping… But I DO love shopping for stationery, cooking equipment/cutlery, candy and movies.
Body Part: Genitals. Why not eh? Hahah, okay, okay, serious answer would have to be eyes.
People: My friends and family…?
Memory: Got too many to even think of a favourite one.
-Least Favorite
Food: Pork. Can’t eat that stuff. Yuck. Except bacon. Bacon is always good.
Drink: Fanta. Any flavour Fanta. Why? Because of this really bad accident. Long story short, I threw up Fanta Orange and those Willy Wonka Nerds all over my brothers and Aunt. It was terrible.
Color: Don’t really have a colour I dislike…?
Book/ Magazine: Uhh… Don’t know.
Song: I’ll pass on any scream/heavy metal songs.
Band/ Singer: Um…
Sport: To play? Lol. Everything. I sucked at sports.
Place to be: Public toilets
School Subject: Hated PE.
TV Program: Uhh… hmm..
Movie: Don’t know.
Actor: -
Actress: -
Clothes: I don’t really like the whole *baggy* clothes look… Low riders(like when jeans are right under their butt cheeks) how is that even comfortable?
Shop: -
Body Part: I actually don’t like feet.
Person: -
Memory: Haha, too many.
-If….
If I was a car I would be: An open top car. Red or Black would be nice.
If I was an animal I would be: Cat. One with awesome owners.
If my jeans could talk they would say: lmao. The fuck? I don’t know.
If I had a million dollars I would: A LOT OF THINGS.
If I had one wish I would: Wish for more wishes? Please?
-3 things I couldn’t survive without
One: Laptop
Two: Internet
Three: Family and friends?
-To be Honest….
Things I like to do are: Wow.. uhh. Talk. I love to talk. I also love to watch anime, draw and read. Oh, also like to play a bit of xbox if I get the chance.
In 10 years I will be: Hopefully a patissier/ Pastry Chef.
I would love to meet: My followers and the people I follow :D Would be so awesome
You don’t exactly eat a sweet. A sweet is not food. You put it in your mouth and it kind of happens to you. Indeed, the sweetie is eating you, through the good offices of a marauding tribe of dental caries. And a sweet can also have its revenge by radically altering your appearance – turning your mouth black or red or green or yellow, just in time for that job interview or first date.
Sweets are plural. Not only do they come in bags or packets of ten, twenty, thirty or more, even solid sweets, such as a bar of chocolate, can be formally broken into pieces. Sweets are for sharing – with others, or with yourself (which is done by saving the unfinished packet and returning to it later). We are all object fetishist when it comes to sweets. Everyone has a different way of eating different sweets, a whole repertoire of munching, biting, sucking and chewing activities, tailor-made for each specific sweet. Some sweets demand a decision: with a human-shaped sweet like a jelly baby, are you going to eat it whole, bite the head off or nibble at the legs? We are allowed to play with sweets, and break the taboo of taking food out of our mouths to inspect it. Lollipops go in and out scores of times, and half-eaten gobstoppers or even aniseed balls are objects of curiosity for young and old alike. Adults play, too: a box of chocolates is also a toy, the plan inside treated with mock seriousness.
Sweets are all these things to us. While we have been taking them for granted, they have sneaked up and gained a place in our affections. That is not to say that sweets are important in the general scheme of things: a sweetie will not change the world. It is the very humility of the sweet which is its secret strength and one of the reasons for its enduring popularity. All a sweet wants you to do is suck it and see.
THIS. It’s adorable.
but it gets naughty after this page;D
not with Bra, you sick fucks