FicWad

3:12 am.
Spamming person number three.
I am tired.
And cannot sleep.
I will probably wake up tomorrow, and everyone on here will hate me for spamming.
You like poems, right?
Roses are red.
Violets are purple.
I like puppies.
Let's juice this cabbage.
Did you like my poem?
I think it's beautiful.
Moooooooo, I'm a duck.
Do you want to know a secret?
I sometimes skip art class to hide in the snack room.
Shhhhhhh, but you can't say anything, okay? Gerard doesn't know that yet.
It's a secret between Ficwaffle lovers.
Not lovers as in LOVERS, but being that we both love Dicwad.
Haha I put Dic-wad.
Meant Ficwad.
Do you ever type the wrong word?
It's embarrassing.
I feel drunk.
But I don't drink.
Maybe someone drugged my juice.
mmmm, juice.
I want some.
But I can't move, cuz they're people making nasty-ness in the next room.
I think.
Tabitha is weird.
She likes to lick feet.
No joke.
I'm being truthful.
She doesn't wash her feet either.
Do you wash your feet?
I do.
With soap.
And Frank's magical liquids.
That sounded horrible.
Didn't mean it like that.
Hey, do you think that they could bottle up celebrity sweat, and sell it?
That would be weird.
It's 3:20.
I bet you're asleep right now.
It must be nice.
There's a moth in here.
Baiii.