Hey, you know those old people that had said “You’re so cute, I could just eat you up!” back when you were young? Well, when the zombie apocalypse begins, you’re the first one they’re coming for.

The Red Furby 

My mother sold furbies for a few years, back when they were first released, she thought they were adorable and that kids would love them. We had them stocked in all the closets throughout the house. I was only 8 at the time, and yet I remember this vividly.

One night, I got out of bed to get a glass of water, it was early morning, probably around 2. On my way back to my bedroom, I noticed the closet near my room was open.

Odd, I thought, I could have sworn I had closed it before I went to bed. I shrugged it off and walked over to shut it, just as grasped the door handle, I heard a high gurgling noise and a clatter. A dark red furby rolled down the stack of boxed furbies and out of the closet, and began gurgling and crackling, almost laughing, in that high pitch, robotic drone they all hold.

By now, I was extremely spooked, I had watched Toy Story before and had my own opinions on how toys would treat their owners. I had had nightmares in which the tons of beanie babies that surrounded me in my room, would all come to life and attempt to strangle me, my barbies would watch on, cackling and taunting me as the life was stolen away from me. I had often ignored those dreams, although I tried to be ‘kinder’ to my toys, so they would not despise me. I was always afraid of the night, when the shadows would cast themselves onto me.

In a panic, I quickly kicked the furby into the closet and slammed it shut. The crackling and droning continued, seeming louder than before…. I shook, feeling my skin become cold as my hair stood up. I didn’t sleep for the rest of that night, and the droning didn’t stop until the sun rose.

Once my mother woke up, I begged her and my brother to move the furbies to the attic. They did. Later that week, when I asked her about the red furby that was out of the box, she said she didn’t order any red furbies, only spotted natural colored ones. 

Problems… 

god. damn. it.

I was running a bath, got back on the computer, forgot about it, and ran back just in time.It was about to overflow.

I pulled the drain plug to let some of it go… got back on the computer again, and forgot about it again.

I ran back and what do you know. It was empty. 

god. damn. it!

"If I were to disappear one day, would anyone notice my absence?"

— H.Jin

Did you know that when a dog is stressed, it will often yawn to relieve tension. 

B.A.P On A Boat.

I Felt Like it Had to be Done.

changed my icon to Ailee’s boobage. it needed to be done.

just look at them

“Your breath smells like the ass hole of a rotting skunk carcass.” I whisper slowly as I pet my dogs forehead.

I have a four close friends, and others who aren’t so close…

However, whenever I think of them as friends, I realize how much I actually hate them.

I really wish I could just leave them all behind and start anew.

Hiragirin’s “Something Random” 

Recently, I measured the length of my hair.

It measured 19 inches.

That’s more than a foot.

If I get 5 more inches, it’s 2 feet.

Fuck Yeah.

I’m gonna grow it out to two feet.

I straightened my hair and holy shit it looks amazing.

I feel amazing.

Long hair.

It just does something dude.

It like, boosts my self esteem.

Especially when it’s straight.

*sighs*

I love my hair.

Current Project: 

Working on a long term BJD project where I’m making an Angelic Angel reference…

I love Angelic Layer.

Is anyone else working on a BJD Project?

About Me: 

Back in 2011, I was cutting an apple with the new knives we got from my Grandmother. They were sooo much sharper than the ones I was used to, they sliced straight through the apple, and my finger. The knife hit the bone in my finger, slicing through layers of skin, veins, and meat. I was exclaimed, “Holy Crap!” and ran to the sink to hold it under cool water. My dad was right next to me when it happened. My dad was just like, “Well, It’ll heal by itself.” I nodded and wrapped it up with gauze. The next day, I woke up to find a ring of blood around my hand on the bed. I had to peel the blood soaked gauze out of my open wound and clean it up. Once I finished, I went down stairs to find my mom. I asked her about it, she just said that my dad was probably right.

The next day, she caught me changing my gauze again and screamed, “Oh my gosh! You didn’t tell me it was that deep!” She freaked out further when she found out that I couldn’t actually feel anything in that finger tip anymore. 

While she drove me to the nearest clinic to have my finger stitched up, she called my dad, who then told her that once 42 hours pass, they can no longer do anything about it. (sounds like bullshit to me) So we drove back home where I peeled the dead skin off of my wound, sanitized it, then wrapped it once again.

PRESENT DAY:

I have an obvious scar cascading my finger, I still can’t properly feel the tip, it’s somewhat numb. 

Also, I don’t use those knives anymore.

so there’s like 13 people in my house right now and I don’t know them but they’re my dad’s colleagues/golf friends and I’ve been in my pajamas all day and don’t really want to change so i’m just hiding in my room with my laptop. Should I try to sneak over to the room beside mine to play xbox by myself or just continue watching youtube videos by myself. hmm choices.

Fact: When I’m really flustered and confused, I yell questionable remarks in Japanese and Korean. 

Merry Christmas 친구들