CALAMARI IS COOL STUFF.


The name's Ivory, I'm 13, at least for now. I think I'm a pervert, but I don't know. I'm not a idiot, and I hate most people. I'm strangely starting to maybe sort of like Yaoi. I like to swear, and my parents don't know it. I have lots of inside jokes with friends, and I think the color pink in messed up. Most of my friends are older then me. Obviously, I like art, but I love writing too, and making papercrafts, dolls, and anything out of wood. I offtenly correct grammar, and spelling. I'm a lazy rude self-centered stalker of a jerk, and I don't care. I like waring boy's clothes. Just like everyother ditzy teenage girl, I have a crush on someone, and my parent's don't/can't know about it. I warn you if you dislike hearing about how "he" said something, don't read my journals. I'm commonly found in black clothing, in a witty attempt to get noticed, funny how life runs, isn't it? I also am usually suffering from various pin-sized holes on my palms, various slices on my legs, and some cuts on my arm, as I am a very stupid person and usually ends up getting hurt in one way or another. Oh yeah, I'm a unpopular asshole, who spends her days 24/7ly stalking a greasy bitch and get's fame off it. Crazy world, huh?

And I don't have blonde hair anymore, I'm just too lazy to fix my ID.

is my friend, and she likes llamas.
I myself, like spiders.
And Calamari.
And the plz accounts.
My friend's awesome, and she doesn't support me.
But, anyways, if you insult her, I'll fucking insult your ass back.

About me, list of art comming up, the people you NEED to check out, and more.

Chances are, if you're a teen boy waring pants that show any signs of your boxers, you will be insulted.
It's my job, bby.