arses.

A pretty girl can kiss a guy, a bird can kiss a butterfly, the rising sun can kiss the grass, but you my friend, yes you, you can kiss my ass

i find this very amusing. :) do you?

first when i started to read it. i tought it was a love poem, but it wasn't. this is way better than a love poem! then my second tought was that, arse would be funnier than ass. but then realised that it is because of the rhymes.

it's funny how many names there are for ass : bootie, booty, butt, bum and of course ass and arse. this is really interesting, right? ;)

if you talk behind my back you're in a good position to kiss my ass!

another one which is, in my opinion, GENIUS! this, i am gonna say to every person that talks behind my back. i mean, say it to my face, not my back. or then you can just kiss my ass!:D

i, my self, love arses. i mean who wouldn't check the ass of the man walking in front of them? i would. ;)

i am always taking pictures of my friends' arses. and then afterwoods i'm laughing at my self while looking at the pictures. i have an album on facebook which' name is :

i love taking pics of ppl's ass :D ♥
   

and i sometimes say, that if you are not on that album, you're not one of my closest friends. but, naah, that ain't true. :) if your ass is on the album, it just means, that you know me enough well, that you aren't gonna start complaining about it.

i don't know what to say anymore. :)

well i could say ; ppl, love your arses! you are gonna have to live with them for the rest of your lifes! so, it's better to accept what you have, and then, be happy about it! :)

dear santa.

i can't wait till 24th of december. well actually i can't wait for the gifts, but it's the same thing, right? my wish list wasn't so huge, so i'm counting on santa. i really hope that i'm gonna get everything i asked for. including him.

i've tried nearly everything to get him : eyelashes, shooting stars, pennies, 11:11's, and birthday candles. they yet haven't done their work, this means, santa is my only chance. so honey, if a big fat man puts you in a bag, don't be scared 'cause i asked for you for christmas. ♥ :D

im going to go to finland this sunday, 19th, so my holiday has already started. screw you, if you still need to go to school! i'm coming back the 31th, just before new year. i yet haven't tought about my new year's promises, and i never will. :D cause i'm so not bothered to :b

why?
first of all : you need to make up the promises.
second of all : you shall not forget them.
third of all : i'll always 'forget' them anyways. ;)

so..  as i said, not bothered to, and now you know why (: 

i'm gonna try not to miss my friends, but it's gonna be impossible. for the friends i didn't see on friday or saturday : i'm gonna give you your gifts next year. ;)

this reminds me of a link on facebook : "

Aller aux toilettes le 31 décembre à 23h59 et dire "je reviens l'année prochaine!"

going to the toilet the 31th of december at 23h59 o'clock and say "i'll come back next year!"

i am so so so so gonna do this. :D

but this is enough of my christmast. if you are gonna do something special for chrismast, please, comment. and comment also if you're not gonna do anything special. :)

Feliz Navidad,

God Jul,

Gloedelig Jul,

Froehliche Weihnachten,

Joyeux Noel,

Buone Feste Natalize,

Hyvää Joulua,

Merry Christmas,

to everyone!

love.

i might be in love. (:

i've liked this guy for a year, or more, and i know he doesn't like me, but i just can't stop thinking about him.
he can make my day, with just looking at my direction. i know that he is probably looking at the hot chick behind me, but hey, atleast he is looking at my direction. (;

this feeling makes me crazy. i hate it. i hate loving him, because all he gives back to me is kindliness. He is kind to me, he is just kind to me.
but well, on the other hand, i love it. i love the way he can hold my heart without breaking it, because he doesn't know he is holding it. he just thinks it is my loyal hand on his. i am his friend, nothing more.

even he doesn't know i love him. im still afraid to talk to him, to hang out with him. i am not me when i'm with him. i'm the person he wants me to be. i have no problem with it, but i still think should stop it.
i should stop it, before i'll change to that person. that sweet, lovely, beautiful person - which i'm not. i am this funny, oh-so-crazy and not-so-beautiful person.

i'm in love. i'm sure about it. i'm so freaking in love with him. i'm dangerously in love.

♥