IN LIVING MEMORY OF ISSAY

i don know what to call this post.
but i do have a funny story.

i woke up this morning and fell asleep.
the end.
ok sorry it sounded funny when i said it aloud.
i do have a real funny story though.

dad: men dont care. us women do.
are you suggesting something daddy?

HAHAHAAHAHHA
now im on the topic of stories.

the pretty stories of a pretty girl

there once was a girl called izzay. and she woke up one morning to fix her hair. she looked in the mirror and screamed out loud. her parents, the duchess and duke of inala, ran into their only daughter's bedroom alarmed. they saw her on the bedroom rug that was shaped like a chicken. (she was quite fond of that chicken rug. though it sounds tacky, it actually costs 8539579263116064604684 cents.) they woke her up and asked her what was wrong.

"why my dear parents, i do believe i woke up prettier than last night."

"why is that so frightening dear?"

"why i did not believe one could look so pretty."

she called up her bestest friend ever, thanhy, and talked for what seemed like ages.now thanhy, was a beautiful girl but issay, always thought issay was prettier.

issay went to the bank and was complimented on her beautifully shaped eyes. and abundantly full bank account.

she went to the yoghurt shop and was complimented on her slim body figure. and tip.

she went to the hairdressers and was complimented on her luscious shiny hair. and her donation of magazines.

she went to the dentist and was complimented on her white teeth. and her lack of fillings therefore not needing the dentist to pay for equipment.

she then went to her bestest friends thanhys house and screamed once again that day.

thanhy was prettier than her after all.

the end

the moral of the story is that you can lie to your own self.

oh izzay why do you look so weird here?

i <3 this photo

and this

i <3 vy

ahhahaahahhahah anyways i was kidding about the storyy

my butt is getting numb

CYAA