My Krazy Kandies

Fuck the World

I just deleted everything in the following folders:

Butterfly of the Abyss(6)

Points of Chaotic Attachment(6)

Character Design Suggestions(A Ton)

TETYD and DBA(Alot)

Color(1)

I don’t know what the fuck I did, but they’re gone. I did a system search with teh find files thing, and came up with no results. I searched through the folders and everything surrounding them several times to make sure that I didn’t accidentally copy/paste them into a different folder.

Fuck the world, and fuck you too, if you happen to come upstairs any time soon to talk to me. If you haven’t read this post by then, then fuck you again for coming upstairs too soon. Don’t talk to me for the rest of the night if it has anything to do with chores or some bullshit like that. Do it your fucking self. I’m not about to go into a kitchen full of glass, knives, forks, and other sharp/can be made sharp things. I don’t know what I’ll break, and I don’t want to rip cutting off any appendages whether they be mine or someone else’s on accident.

If you want the dishes done so fucking badly, and in a certain way, then DO THEM YOUR FUCKIING SELF. I’m not in the mood for ANYONE’S BULLSHIT TONIGHT, SO  DON’T FUCKING TALK TO ME!

So, basically, I JUST LOST A FUCKING TON OF IMPORTANT SHIT AND INFORMATION THAT I NEEDED! ITS GONE! COMPLETELY GONE! I DON”T KNOW WHERE IT WENT, BUT ITS FUCKING GONE!

The only thing I have left for reference of what I had, and how I can find it is in my memory. I’m probably going to be up all fucking night getting those pictures back. I hate fucking everything. You are part of that everything.

Gina~ This doesn’t apply to you! I still want to RP and tlak to you whenever you get back. I’ll be up all night/80% of the night, so yea. I’ll be here.

The Butterfly

I didn’t make this up. Lau Tao, from Kuroshitsuji, did. he’s dead now. Rest in Peace, Lau Tao.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly. The Butterfly was so real. He thought he was a butterfly. But he didn’t realize that he was human. He suddenly remembered, he was using the body of a butterfly. Did Zhou dream of being a butterfly? Or did the butterfly dream of being Zhou? There’s a difference between Zhou and a butterfly. That’s what its like to be between two different things.

Butterfly of the Abyss

This is what I plan to use as a book cover for a future book that I want to write, obviously called Butterfly of the Abyss. It has a similar plotline to that of the anime/manga Kuroshitsuji, but it isn’t quite the same in both characters, how the story starts, and what its really about.

“Renatus Vespian is an semi-regular boy from France. He moved to America, because his parents wanted him to get out on his own at an early age, and learn to take care of himself. Or so they said. They wanted to get rid of him, in reality, because they believed him to be a cursed child. He has deep blue hair and yellow eyes; of course they would think that.

After returning to France to find that both his parents are dead and/or missing, leaving him with a large fortune, house, and everything else he really needs to survive, Renatus isn’t searching for the person who took his parent’s lives. Rather, he is searching for his parents themselves. He knows that they can’t possibly be dead; there is a secret that he alone knows, and that alone is proof that they aren’t dead.

After being constantly attacked by demons, vampires, and other beasts of the underworld that claim his soul, flesh, mind, and body are the most wanted things of the underworld, Renatus employs the help and services of Vlad Dracul, now know in this modern day and age as Dracula. In school, Vlad is a protective older brother. At home, he is a butler, working to see that all of his Master’s wishes are fulfilled, and that he has no complaints, while acting as a protective sort of guardian to make sure that Renatus is never hurt by any beasts of the underworld. In the night, he is a blood sucking, immortal vampire that feeds on the blood and souls of the weak.

This story will tell of their adventures, and how their relationships blooms into something that may be more than it seems, or is even less than it seems. Only time will tell.”

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On a side note, me an Gina are only a few chapters/several chapters away from finishing The Last Storm of Spring! Hurray!~…

You haven’t read it yet, have you?

Anyway, give me your thoughts on this story idea that I have, and blah blah. If you have any ‘omg, wouldn’t it be interesting if-…’ ideas, then TELL ME! I would LOVE to know! If you have any questions about the book cover, ask, and I’ll tell you, whether it be in person, or through the comment services that I have.

Well, its an hour past my bed time. I’m not going to school tomorrow, but I don’t want to stay up too late. If I do, then chances are I’ll screw my sleep cycle up… again.

Also, I didn’t sleep mmore than 1-2 hours last night. The least I can do is TRY to catch up on that. -.- ::sigh::

And somehow, the world moves on.

The HORROR!!!

[9:17:00 PM] Kimmie says: 17 people died in a freak plane accident
[9:17:02 PM] Regina says: really?
[9:17:07 PM] Regina says: what happened?
[9:17:15 PM] Kimmie says: Translation: they missed the airport landing thing by 500 feet!
[9:17:20 PM] Regina says: ….
[9:17:21 PM] Regina says: FAIL
[9:17:22 PM] Kimmie says: OMG HOW COULD SUCH A HORRIBLE THING HAPPEN!??!
[9:17:28 PM] Regina says: FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL
[9:17:32 PM] Kimmie says: XD
[9:17:50 PM] Regina says: Pilot: Well, folks we’re about to land and SHIT I MISSED THE RUNWAY *dead*

Its sad when you miss the runway by 500 feet. It really is.

Sexually Desirable Penis

the best part of the entire story: George walked in the room right then, wearing a black suit, and a sexy pair of black shades, “Son Juritsu,” He shook her hand, “My name is Seiyoku Henoko. In Japanese, that means Sexually Desirable Penis. Would you like to see how desirable it is?” He said, emphasizing the ‘is’ unnecessarily, “Anyway, you may call me George, but I’d prefer it if you called me Henoko or Seiyoku, or even Sexually Desirable Penis.”

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This is what me and Gina write about, sometimes.