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Others Suffering With JRA

Wow. I really feel terrible for these children. I know how they feel. It really sucks. We shouldn't have to suffer, and it should be recognised. I really can't stand the ignorance. It really gets to me. It aggravates me how people make it look like we're such an inconvenience.



Here's an introduction:





This girl is doing a weekly methotrexate shot. it's used for both cancer patients and the arthritic. I was on it from about age 5 to age 12. I stopped at age 12 because that's when I was able to think more independently and realized what it was doing. It was hard for me to pay attention because I would just fog out. Someone would be snapping in my face to get my attention, but it would still take a minute for me to realize, "oh shit, some one's talking to me...". It also made my hair a bit thinner.




I seem to have quite a bit in common with this little girl. She's been on pretty much the same stuff I've been on over the years. There's a video of her doing an Enbrel shot. I've been on Enbrel since I was about 10. It was pretty much my last resort because I'd already been on every other med out there at the time. Thankfully, it helped me accomplish things I never thought I could do.

They also show her doing a Humira shot. I was a guinea pig on the study for that drug. I had to drive an hour and a half to St. Pete every two weeks to get it injected. It had to have been the most painful injection I've ever had. Not only did it hurt like a bitch going in, but it made me extremely dizzy. My head hurt like you wouldn't believe. So they had to give me the emla creme to numb it. After a while, I became immune to it. So that's when they put me on the Enbrel.

What's even worse, is this girl has Uveitis. It's when the JRA spreads to the eyes. The center of the eye, or uvea becomes inflamed. Therefore, causing blindness. I get checked every year for it. Luckily, it never happened to me.




I really hate how they never show children in any of the arthritis med ads.

This is probably the youngest person I've seen in an ad, but how old is she? Almost 40, right? It's ridiculous.





This one grosses me out in the worst way. I don't get it. I don't look like that!

(It's not the best quality, but it was the only vid I could find. it works though.)




...Disgusting! We don't look like that. That's basically saying that we're about to die soon like those people. We're not old. We need to be treated more than they do. There's hope for us. They've already lived their lives. (Maybe a little too much. You can tell by looking at their joints.) We have our whole life ahead of us. There has to be a cure. I want to do everything I can to form a foundation to help find one. As soon as a graduate from college. Perhaps a bit sooner? Let's hope it actually happens. I just want to make a difference.

YESS!! HE AGREES WITH MEHH!!

...my boobs itch. gawd damn ittt.
Scroll to 5:52!!

LMFAO. I Pretty Much Cried. This is Great!

"Scuse mee... I need to go empty my mooncup."




Mooncup! =D




All I can say is FUCKIN NASTY!!

Booty Mix!

Booty stuff.
Hellsworth would just love this mixxx freal son!
I'd have to say the best track on here is by far "Booty Hole".
I wish I knew who it was by.
It would be on my iPod right now.
Listen to it. It's worth it. Noww!!11!1!!!!!one!

Yotto no Orikami! Totemo kawaii yo!

Gaawdd is the crinkling of the paper annoying, but it's still cute.
Mitte kudasai!

Woww. Three of My Favorite Things!

Aphex Twin.
Boats.
Art.
Maybe a fourth thing: Just being badass.

The Amity Theory.

So yepp...
I'm at Cody's right now. Errvvyyyone is sleeping. Fun fun. Just sitting here listening to "The Last Saturday" by BROADWAY and typing this shit up because that's what failboats do... sit around and listen to post-hardcore/emo shit, or dare I say music with vocalsits who sing as if their ballsacks are wired (fluffin hawttt) to make them sound more high pitched than a gawd derm woman. (That's why a man is doin their job... because they belong in the gawd dern kitchen!)

(Gawd dern it, Aller! No one fluffin cares!
Just scroll down mayne!)

School is coming up next week. Oh joyy. Fuck that shit. I'm def not looking forward to it. Not with my shitty reputaion and all the immature bullshit going on. I fuckin hate it. I just wish people would fukcin see me as the sweet person I am, and not make up a bunch of bullshit about me. I'm honestly kinda scared shitless, but I have to face it. So I'll just do what I was doing before: Crank my iPod through the halls and avoid people; Go by myself to the piano room instead of lunch... because it's always better to progress in a talent and ignore them than try too hard to be liked and not get anywhere;

(...rambling..)

I'll be graduating early anyway (uhh, hopefully). That is if I work my ass off. I really am proud of myself. I really fucked off in Port Charlotte. I really wish I didn't. I wasn't hated there. I partied too much there because I gave up. I was always sick, and the teachers held it against me, and made me fail. I'm all caught up now pretty much. I worked my ass off. I finally have a descent GPA.

(...rambling...)

I came to North Port, and it's been nothing but hell for me. I knew it would happen too. I'm just happy I have Shane there to talk to. He actually gave me a chance, and risked his reputation/life to talk to me LOL.

(...RAMBLING SOME MORE!...)

The dance classes I must say... how do I describe them? Shitty! It's really just a room for all of the damn negros to socialize and bullshit and cause more fuckin drama we don't need. I take dance very seriously, but in that room, god help me. I would get so aggrevated. The other white bitches in there were complete assholes to me. Like, WOW, really? I did nothing to them.

(...almost done bullshitting! YAY!...)

I just love being looked at once, and POOF! Hated for being myself, who doesn't even really talk to anyone or give a reason for any drama of any kind. I love my peace. I try to bring it, but I fail miserbly. Instead it's just pure chaos.

(...here we go!...)

I wonder what the world would be like if everyone but me were the exact same person (without the judgment of my uniqueness). If I was given a second chance basically. Each one of that same person would see me differently based on first impressions. Imagine what it would be like to have a first, second, millionth, or even billionth chance. What if there were different portals? What if each portal led to a different world made up of another person? Jack, Lucy, Maryfuckinlou. Each one would have a different personality type. From introvert to extrovert or even more complicated ones that are too hard to figure out. I wonder if anyone has ever come up with this theory before. If not, I'm going to call it The Amity Theory. Steal this idea, I will find you and you will be charged with plagiarism! >;]

A Cockslap To The Face.

Brown hair, blue eyes, amazing silhouette
I get so hard thinking of her
Can't wait to get her wet

She'll cum harder as it drips on my face
I'll lick up each + every drop
not letting any go to waste

High heels, miniskirt, nothing underneath
"I'll be there in an hour..." she said
Can't wait 'til we finally meet

Here she arrives at my front door
I take her to my room
and her clothes drop to the floor

All but her miniskirt falls
She goes down aggressively
as I lean up against the wall

At the speed of light her tongue swirls around my dick
I get harder + harder
with each and every fucking lick

Down to my balls is where her tongue glides
I soon start to climax
as she looks in my eyes

I pull away, slap her face, made her beg + plead
I made her become my little bitch
as she got down on her knees

I walk up to her + beat off with such grace
Gazing into her innocent eyes
I blew a load on her face

She licks her lips, pushes me on the bed, says "It's your turn now..."
She pushed me with her strong arms
+ says "I'll really show you how..."

She laid on her back, wore a smile, made me spread her thighs
Even more aroused I did so
Woah! What a surprise!

She had a big hard juicy cock
I couldn't get away fast enough
for it was a she being mocked

Miss Meloncholy's Melody of Misfortune.

This was for a psychology assignment. I dream a lot about food. I dream about adventures through cookie and ice crème land. I do have a fear of being alone, but I already am alone. Normally my poetry is all happy and bubbly, but this time, I didn’t feel like being that way. So here goes…

Frequent dreams of cherry top mountains,

vanilla valleys, and chocolate reservoirs

Believed to represent an apparent fear of loneliness

Miss Melancholy suddenly seizes her melancholy melody,

Picks up her honeycomb harp of happiness,

And secludes herself from reality

She would much rather live this fantasy

Filling the deep holes in her heart with synthetic smiles

Ever think that one whose face brightens the world

Could really be an actress?

Veiling her “no smile” with a mask of a “noh smile”?

She hides the truth.

She convinces herself—

Independence is peace.

Aware the statement is pure deception.

A true special other is too much for her to ask for.
She is an abandoned ship

With an anchor in her heart

In desperate need of a nearby captain

To come and lift it out

and pull her back to shore

to a town where she is loved

just as a true captain would.

OH LAWD! LOOK AT THESE!!

These shirts are so sickkk.

Go to http://www.cafepress.com/theleftisright!
Just fuckin do it!

AHH. Something to sound out last post...

CLICK PLAY ON THIS QUICKK!!

...or scroll down and pause!!

There. =]

I want to do something like this!

Here's my more meaningful one. (10 minutes later.)

IT AIN'T A DAMN LIE.




Help save our friends!

Shitballs. It's been a while.

If you look at the top left of this image, the dude towards the top left who's "hummin" lookas like he's taking an epic shit. For America! <3

Uhh... I haven't posted in a while. So I thought I'd post some bullshit. I'll post something meaningful later after I drink my damn protein and I don't feel tired and I'm not on my damn flow.

Advice from Failboat's aunt: Instead of complaining, take a big healthy shit. It will make everything better.

AMERICA!!








All hail Tubgirl!

Piano Masterpiece, No. 1, Op. 1. ♪♥

Across the ceramic petals of ebony and albescence is where my fingers glide
Gazing at the amelioration of a masterpiece are my gazing metallic eyes
Only the moment of an ambient melody is where I must confide
Concerto no. 1, no. 2, or no. 8? Which shall I decide?
I'll just spend half my day on all of the above with a warm feeling inside.
I can achieve this next piece even with my fingers being such a small size
Just watch my beastliness in action. I'll make you feel deprived
Of the sick sound of treble and bass and maybe the vox soufflet on the side
You become so aroused that at night you'll fantasize
My sound of siren will draw you in and soon you will be mine!

Allie Fluffin Sailboat! <33