Build yourself!

I've been having a bad time. So I'm going to write a list of things I am thankful for to look at and enjoy and stuff.

1: My truck Studley.
2: I own all of Resident Evil and can watch it any time.
3: I own all of Xena Warrior Princess and can watch it any time.
4: My siblings love me.
5: I work with cows.
6: I have an incredible immune system.
7: I can kick so hard I stop rampaging mother and father cattle from killing me.
8: Coffee exists.
9: Lord of the Rings. (Yeah)
10: I got to visit SHEL in Colorado.

11: I saved my sisters life when we were younger.
12: I'm good at Video Games.
13: Pizza exists.
14: I own two Beretta Airsoft guns and I am good at shooting them.
15: I'm attractive.

But bad things that stick in the front of my brain say "Look. Look how horrible your life has been. Look at all your issues. You are weak and a coward. You will never be good enough. Look at all the pain you've caused. The bonds you've broken. You are disgusting." And suddenly I can't see the good, I can't function, I shut off all emotions and retreat into a web of anger and resentment.

And so I rage at the world, and think dark thoughts. And I know it's bad, and I know I could fix it by having a better attitude, I'm at war with myself. Because half of me says "Look Elena, everybody has bad things. Everybody has things they don't talk about. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and live your life." And they other half "F*ck the world and the people that have hurt me. I hate it. I hate all of it. I want to die. I want to die."

"These things are not worth dying for." I say.
"This life isn't worth living." I argue.

And so it's a circle of bleh. And I hate it because I'm not just affecting me, I'm infecting everyone who deals with me. And they say "Oh pish posh stop whining look at all the good don't look at the bad."

The bad is loud. And it roars at me.

I'm trying. I'm struggling to believe that life is good, regardless of the past the future will be better. Every day I struggle.
                           
                                 
And yes, I'm whining. You're probably thinking "Oh get over yourself." I know. I know.
And I keep telling myself "You are stronger then this. You can survive. You are a badass." But something whispers back "You are too weak. You will not survive. You are small."

Seriously it is a never ending fog of sickness.

And perhaps an attitude adjustment would fix it. Or a heavy amount of drugs.

Or if somebody would say "Yes, your life has been sh*t. But I love you, you dirty little F*ckball."

Mostly I have to fix myself. I've just lost the tools and need to pick them up.

There is so much good in my life. I just need to scrub the dirt out of my eyes to see it.

But there is bad, too. And every time I work up the courage to wipe my eyes, some bad memory throws a fist of mud back. Some bad whisper throws gravel.

Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been dirt
And I don't care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I'm just a yearning inside
And I'm the fire o' life
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
Ooh, I've been hurt
And I don't care
‘Cause I’m burning inside
I'm just a dreaming this life
And do you feel it?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
Said do you feel it when you touch me?
There's a fire Well, it’s a fire It was just a burning
Yeah, alright
Ooh! Burning inside
Burning Just a dreaming
Just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
It was just a dreaming
I'm definitely messed up. But I have the fire of life. I'm going to burn through this fog of sickness and rise like the messed up phoenix I am. Deshi Basara. Φτιάξτε μόνοι σας.
Thanks for reading this. If you got to the end.

                                             

Peace out and all that jazz.

Love, the Paina.

Ps. Send chocolate. And a puppy.

Still Alive (Barely)

What is up! It's been like forevah and a day since I posted here.

I am going to spend my youth watching 6 second videos.

Life is the same, still farming the dairy and being odd.

Baby calves are so weird because they're all scared until they see you carrying a bottle then SUDDENLY RAPISTS.

I got a new truck! Soon it will be in my parking spot.


His name is Studley. Courtesy of Sarah.

I'm so excited! What girl doesn't want a big truck? Forget milkshakes, my truck brings all dem boyz to my yard.

Dan and Patrick will chase them away though.

I'm gonna miss my Sweet Pea though! She's a good girl. Yesterday I had to go back to work because I forgot to fill the calf feeders so the poor baby rapists would have had no food. So I went back and the Hogendoorns super long driveway was all drifts so I clicked into FWD and plowed through drifts that were seriously up to my window. It was fine going downhill. But back up? I was going 80 and moving an inch at a time but when I reached the top it was so amazing me and SweetPea celebration danced.
Her dancing was a big fishtail from driveway to road.

Driving in a blizzard is WAY different in a city then the country. All the city lights reflect on the snow so you can actually see where you are going. In the country the headlights blare into the snow so all you see is the snow in front of you.

Then when I got home, I was shivering really bad and this happened.

Dan and Patrick squished me in a fierce brother hug! I've never been so warm in my life.
I like living alone, but living with my brothers is also awesome.

I weird them out though.


TIME FOR FOOD.

I'll chat you up later.

Love, The Paina.

Stressed depressed unimpressed.

Here I am again, dancing a weird jig and twerking my life away.

Straight to it: I have been enduring seriouzizzle problems at work.

It started with a text.

And ended with a bang.

On the shoulder.

The final straw should have been earlier, but it too the pain in my arm to open my eyes and say "WHAT THE FUCKIZZLE HAVE I BEEN DOING." (It's not a real swearword if it has "izzle" in it. #yolo)

As some of you may know I have been harassed at work mercilessly for 9 months. I have been there for 10.

Basically my co-workers think they are invincible and can do what ever the fuckbizzle they want to me, and get away clean.
My bosses think that I will cowtow and endure it (Which I have been...You have permission to mentally slap me.) And therefore do nothing to protect me.

So on the 4th when the event occurred Mother phoned the police, they came, and I filed a report. They said I could charge the two main perpetrators., or give them a warning. They said what one of them did was borderline criminal. (Just for kicks here's what it was: Attempted rape.)  Although the shoulder assault was what I reported first. (I didn't tell anyone about the attempted rape, because that's awkward and hard to talk about.)

I opted for a warning. That way the two guys wouldn't be asked to court or sent back to Guatemala.
The police also recommended that I report Herman Jr. to the M.O.L. for doing nothing. I hadn't yet.

So the police went to the barn and gave them a warning.

Ooooooh boy this is where it gets good.

So that was kind of me, to warn instead of charge right?

WRONG. APPARENTLY.
So the next day Herman Sr. Comes storming into the barn, walks up to me, stands with his face 5 inches from mine and screams at me.
"I'M NOT THE BOSS ANY MORE, BUT YOU SHOULD NEVER CALL THE COPS THE COPS SHOULD NEVER BE HERE." And more, but I kind of zoned out for a little and tried to explain myself and he kept cutting me off. eventually he turns around and says "I DON'T NEED YOUR EXPLANATION." And storms out leaving me devastated.

After that Herman Jr. Comes in and says "He is mad about the whole situation. He doesn't know all the details and your perspective sorry. He gets mad about this sort of thing."

And I'm like "What situation? The fact I was getting harassed or the fact I did something about it and went to the law?"

I'm pretty sure it's the latter reason.

Because I have never gotten anything I have asked for there, UNTIL the police were involved. Then suddenly anything I previously asked for was given.

So it's like "Hmm...they are scared shitless of me and rightly so."

After the Herman Sr. incident I got so....irked that I contacted M.O.L. Because why am I protecting a guy that never stood for me or had my back?

And yes. I have the biggest guilty bone ever so I feel soooo guilty about everything. And I will feel this way for years.

But I also want to make sure the Terpstras understand that there are consequences to treating your employees like dirt.

I'm like torn into two here: One side resentful one side guilty.

So, take from this what you will. I need to go to work tonight and could use some serious prayer.

Like, megapraying. For wisdom.

Also while my life has been shittizzle, my sister Heather had a baby girl today who is a little miracle.
So while I've been whining I've also been praising God for her.

Anyways, that's all.

If anybody wants to be my bodyguard I would be much obliged.

Paina out.

 
Love, The Paina.

PS. TWERK IT.

Whoa interwebs

As the majority of you know, I moved out of my Parents house recently.
The problem with that is I have a lack of Internet.

BUT in borrowing The Mothers computer I have come back to you. I know you missed me.

Or you are crying and cutting because I am back.

Whatever shears your sheep.

But anyways yeah I moved out of the Parents and into a temporary house in Mitchell with 3 roommates and a teeny room.

BUT NOW I am living in Brussels in a two bedroom apartment with my evil kitten Beatrix Kiddo.

I moved to Brussels to be closer to work. Because a 6 minute drive makes a lot more sense then a 31 minute drive. Fo shizzle.

I got asked the other day if I am at all lonely living in an apartment by myself.

I laughed quite outrageously.

No for some reason I have always preferred to be on my own. When I`m working, or cleaning, or living in an apartment above an empty store for lease, I just like being alone.

Which probably weirds out everyone around me.

Trust me I`m more weirded out then you guys.

In other news, I am working in a barn with Sexist little men who want to treat me like a princess who doesn`t want to get her hands dirty.

You guys who know me know that I Looooooathe entirelyyyyyyyyyy.

I like being alone and I hate chivalry.

I think a lot of people when they are carrying something heavy enjoy when a man or someone runs over and takes it from them.

Not I said Elena.

It`s different if I asked for the help. But if I say ``No it`s okay`` and they literally RIP the thing out of my hands it ticks me off slightly a little a lot.

But anyway enough about me. You look fabulous today.

I got to go celebrate my big brothers birthday.

Peace out!

Love, The Paina.

PS. Probably not going to see you again for a while so enjoy this blog.
Or do the best you can to put up with it.

Sup, mah peeps!

I posted this on a short story contest, which I won. So I thought I'd share it with you people.

It's based on a song you like, so I chose "Like you" By Evanescence. Enjoy!

Like you

Rain droplets slide down my window, racing each other down the glass. My eyes feel rigid while I watch them, like I can’t move or I’ll break apart. 

She can’t be gone.

I can’t cry. All I feel is a deep ache penetrating all of my being. The sun comes out, smiling down at the wet world, though rain still sparkles; falling to the ground. 

I hate it.

I hate all of it. 

Everything.

Including me.

The pain drives me to crush my fist closed. 

They told me at school. Showed up in my classroom. The sympathy from my classmates was agonizing. 

Though it’s been weeks, I still feel it sharply. 

I still can’t believe them.

I wish I was with her. I wish it had been me. Why couldn’t it have been me? 

She’s my sister; I’m supposed to protect her. I was supposed to protect her.

I creep down the stairs. Mom is talking on the phone. Not in her usual light tone. Everything is darker now. 

My brother is sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the wall. Tears slide down his cheeks. He doesn’t see me. 

I step outside and raindrops drop on me, beading on my skin. 

Get off me.

I open the door of my car. Slam the door when I’m in. Start it.

Speed down the driveway.

Where are you going? My thoughts spit at me. You can’t help her now. 

No, I can’t.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. 

The tires are making a hissing noise with the wet pavement.

I slow down. Turn into the laneway.

The sign glares at me. 

St. Edmund Cemetery.

I stop the car. 

I can’t bear it I can’t bear it I can’t bear it. 

I open the door. 

The damp grass is cold on my bare feet. My tank top clings wetly to my back, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. 

I take little steps. 

Past Gravestones of lost loves. 

Past flowers flecked with droplets, like tears of the ones who placed them.

Till I come to it.

Her grave. 

Her last resting place. 

I read the epitaph.

Stay low, soft, dark and dreamless, far beneath nightmares and loneliness.

I lay down; the new grass of her grave brushes my cheek, resembling the way her little fingers once did. 

I weep. 

I weep till I gasp, and there’s no more.

I can see her. 

This isn’t her grave. She’s still here. 

She remembers me. 

She’ll wait for me.

Someday I’ll see her again. 

But till then I’ll be beside her. Not in flesh, but in thought.

I’m right here.


~Love, The Paina

Right in the childhood...

Elena is a little preoccupied at the moment.

With crazy adult things.

Sorry for the lack of crazy.

Blog will be here soon!

Love, The Paina.

Thoughts at the Chiropractor...

"I hope she can't see down my buttcrack."

"If a Chiropractor was a serial killer, neck breaking would probably be the way to go. OH GREASE, SHE'S GONNA MURDER ME."


"How in the world does jumping on my side even help me......"

That's just a few.

Pardon my crap drawings.

I don't feel well today.

ACTUALLY I LIED.

I JUST AM VERY ATTENTION DENIED TODAY.

I lied again.

I'm just lazy.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

What? Me? Socially awkward? HA. Ha......ha....

Love, The Paina

PS. OW MY RIBS.

Small rant. (Very small)

So today I was scrollin' the interwebs and just happened to fall on Xena tumblr.

And seriously ANY. TIME. there is a strong friendship between two people it's obvious they are "In love" right???

WRONG.

Dude, I get sick of the "Man they are such lesbians" and such. I mean really.

Same with Nanalew and Meekakitty. Even thought they aren't gay by any means, people just assume they are because hey, girls can't be that close without being in love. I mean really? Really, people?

And from Scrubs, obviously J.D. and Turk must be gay. I mean, it's the only thing that makes sense! Dude can't just be really close friends, they gotta be in love. 

Gah.

It bugs me. 

To lighten the mood, here is a Xena gif.

BECAUSE XENA IS AMAZING.

That is all.

Love, The Paina.

OLD PICTURES.

So I was FINALLY able to get some pictures up.

Pwaz Hestia! PWAZ HESTIA! Pwaz.

Scary air balloon! 

        

FLOWERS.
(Even though it's winter.....)

Nasty nasty henses.

Screw you!

Today IS Superbowl Sunday....

Because colours.

Adeena!

Linda!

Creepy!

Trees!

Brandy Fatty's puppy.

She's so cute!

And silly.

Heather!!

Eddie. Although I think I've posted him somewhere before.

Trees!

Flowers!

And yeah. That's all. I'm very tired and I'm gonna go and face the book.

A-HA.

Or draw. Like with paper. not Microsoft paint. I did that already today.

Bye for now!


Love, The Paina.

SUP 2013!! (Cough Hack)

Sooooooooo...

I have this terrible cold that affects my voice. So I sound like a whiny squeaky person hitting puberty.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

I tried posting several times, by the way. For some reason the pictures would NOT upload onto the blog. It was unfortunate.

So instead, here's a random 20 second(giveortake) picture!

Anyways. I sound like a complete retard. And I can't yell. It's really hard to communicate in a big family if you can't yell.

It's pathetic.

So far 2013 has been full of hocking. And gritty phlegm. Like, as if there was sand in my snot. IT'S WEIRD.

At least this year can get better. It's wiiiiiiiiide open. 

Plenty of time for random images that make you doubt my sanity a little.

Mom just walked by and put her hand on my forehead all like "You have a fever!!" 


                                                                          Yes Mom.

Anyways, I'm finished here.

I have other things to do.

Vewy impo'tant bidness.

So peace out or whatever.

Meh.

Happy 2013 and stuff.


Love, The Paina.

PS. I have never seen Alien. Odd as that is.

There's no way to describe what you do to me You just do to me, what you do...

I promise I will have a picture blog next time.

And I'll try to keep that promise. 

But anyways,  
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby

And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat.
Tell the radio I want to hear this more.

It kills me. XD

Like her.

                                                                     You're welcome.

I must go, my pretties.

I need to pee and have a shower.

No, not at the same time.

Ew.

ER NER, Funhouse just started playing!

*Dances*

But I must go.

I'll listen to it later.

Byyyyyyye everypony!

Love, The Paina.

'Sup guise???

Hey, remember this?




This was exactly a year ago today.

Good times.

I had to work flippin' late today.

But I love working.

It's like the best thing ever.

EXCEPT LAUNDRY.
GOOD HEAVENS LAUNDRY SUCKS.
I CAN'T STAND IT.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

Anyways, I was reading through old blogs comments and I realized how awesome you guys are.
I knew it already, but I need to refresh my awesome-radar once in a while.

And even though I should be canning tomatoes right now, I'm writing words.

SO FEEL APPRECIATED.

In other news, I turned 18.
Marrharrharr.

And then I looked to see how long I've been blogging but got distracted and so it remains a mystery for now.

And yes, someday I will post pictures. I'm a bad person.

For now, you'll have to be content with Hen-in-der-gravel.

I better go help before the world crumbles.

So yeah.

Sorry for the random blather.
I've been up since 4:00am.

This is about the time I start ranting about why Hippos shouldn't fly and WHY ISN'T THERE PUDDING COOKIES??

So bye for now.

<3 br="br" nbsp="nbsp">\____/

You are jelly of my heart-eyed happy face.
Well, be jelly no more, because it's for you!
Peace out yo.

Love, The Paina.

PS: Hippos shouldn't fly because when the poop they spread it freakishly about with their tails in a horrifying manner. Seagulls have NOTHING on them.  

Caloo! Callay! Frabjous Day!

I got a job! *Cheers*

At a dairy farm just down the road. 
I've loved going out and working since I was 11, so it's SO AWESOME.
Anyways, so I'll try and tell you peeps about it.

So, there's the big milking room, with like a hall down the middle and to raised platforms.

The cows stand there, OR the annoying ones dance from foot to foot.
Everyday they're shufflin'.

There's a cow number, how much milk they have to give, and one more button that my fail teacher didn't annunciate.



First, you strip the cow (The udder nippleness of it all!) to check for mastitis.
At the end of the day, we lost all sense of order, so one cow I thought another guy had checked, so I hooked it up to the milker.
That cow had BAD mastitis.
So, live an learn.
You have to attach the mastitis cows to buckets rather then the main milker.

Anyways.

Then you clean the cows udder, with these bacterial wipe things that smell like hand sanitizer.

And you hook up the milker.

Which is basically a pulsing sucking thing, that when they're just laying there aren't on, but if you point them upwards they start sucking.

You have to attach all four to the teats (OoOoo, score for term use!) properly, or the teat will twist and that's bad.

Most of the cows stand placidly, but some dance and scratch at the milker and kick your arms so it's difficult. The meanies. >.<
And some have fat nipples which are harder to attach the milker to.
Those ones apparently are more likely to have mastitis so you have to double check them.

They started me off with just 2 cows on each side (There's 16 on each side) But after a few cows they gave me 4. :D
My fail teacher said I picked it up a lot faster then most. *Fist pump*
By the way, my fail teacher was a shy teenage boy.
There's three guys that I worked with, Isaac (Fail teacher) Eli, and Jamie.
Mr. Bennewies and Mrs. Bennewies were there for a while.
Mrs. Bennewies taught me how to strip a cow.
It's a lot harder then it looks!

After one side is done, you start on the other side. While the other side is milking, you teat dip the first side.
Teat dip is this gooey stuff that looks a LOT like blood.
First time I saw it on the cow I had a mini heart attack, but then noticed the guys were going down the line dipping the cows teats.
CHAOS AVERTED!

Some of the cows have weird extra nipples, so you have to be careful to get the right ones and not some growth.

At the end of the day they got me to pressure-wash everything. I like pressure-washing.

I'm pretty sure Keith (Mr. Bennewies) was pleased with my progress.
Which makes me happy, and more willing to do better.
NO MORE CHUNKY MASTITIS COWS WILL ESCAPE DETECTION.

Anyways, that's all I can remember for now.

Plus, The Mother really want to read this because she's addicted to my RAW ELENANESS.

Oh, and all the peoples pronounce my name right!

Score for them!

Oh, and one more thing:
My fail teacher got peed on while he was attaching a milker.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
So I have to be on guard for that.
Least I follow in Failmasters footsteps.

Cowgirl out!
Go buy some milk!

Love, The Paina.

PS: I have to get up ridiculously early on Monday. Wish me luck!

'Ello, chum!

This blog is being written just because I've been editing and playing with my blog for roughly an hour and I'll feel bad if I leave without writing a blog.

Because seriously.

Who spends all that time on a blog without writing one? 

However I have nothing to say.

Either then it's my birthday next month.

And my face is itchy, but I can't figure out why and it's freaking me out.
Probably have some baby spiders crawling under my skin.
Lovely.

My old keyboard that is new to me says 
'WARNING: Some experts believe that the use of any keyboard may cause serious injury. Consult statement on the back of this keyboard' 

I see what they mean.

Unless of course they mean something else and I'm just morbid.....
A question that has plagued me for ages.

Anyways, yeah, there's some healthy thoughts for you.

Elena is morbid.

You can sing that to your children.
Like "Elena is morbid, Elena is morbiiiid, AHH AHH AHH AHH ELEEEENA IS MOOOOORBIIID!"

That is, of course, to the 'My little pony: Friendship is magic' theme song.
Because it's stuck in my head.

Smash out y'all!

Love, The Paina.

My liiiiiife.

True story.

*Sniffle hork snot*

That's all.

Love, The Sick Sick Sick Paina.

Random thoughts of the day.

I'm pretty sure I'd make an awful Jesus.

Seriously, though.

Could you imagine me as God?

That's all for now.

I'll leave you with those terrifying thoughts.

Peace out Bro.

Love, The Paina.
Jelena.
Godna.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.

Why not Tiana?

Tiana: Noun:
Hilarious, weird, and funky.
In a sentence: "Bahahaha, that's so Tiana."

Ahem. Anyways. 

TIANA IS 16?!?! 

*Insert Zoidberg freakout scream*


It doesn't seem possibru!

I mean, I was JUST 16. So it's like... Odd.

There is no one I hang out with, fight with, or have teas with more. 

We frown upon the less awesome.

And Tiana has beefy man shoulders.

Man....My hair was short...

Erm, I mean, AWWWWW.

So, Happy birthday Tiana! You're awesome.

So give her cake.

And PRESENTS.

So she doesn't find a Lion to jump in.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WE'RE ALL DYING A LITTLE MORE EVERYDAY AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! SO CELEBRATE WITH CAKE!!!

And that is all.

Happy sweet 16th! :D :D

You're so Hawt.

Love, The Paina.
The older sister that loves you!

IT BURNS.

I discover day by day how stupid I really am. 

I mean, I'm logically stupid.

So I'm all like "Hey, It's hot, so why don't I put on my bathing suit while working outside, then I can just jump into the pool!!"

But I always seem to forget:

Elena=whitewhitewhite. Whitewhitewhite+Sun=REDREDRED=SadElena.

I don't know why I never learn my lesson. Also, the pool wasn't cold! It was like swimming in sweat.
Going from Hot air to Hot water. Not cool, bro. Not cool. 

So, My arms are tan, and my back is burnt, and my legs are white.
Don't call ME racist. XD XD 

But seriously. Ouch.

No sleeping nicely for me for a while. 

I was gonna draw a picture depicting my pain, but I'm so lazy. And hurting. 

You know what!? I can take it! Bring it ON, SUNBURN.
   

It really is.

Anyways, I have to go write now.

Not a blog, a story.

This little blog should keep your ElenaAddiction appeased.

For a little.

Unless you're not addicted and just read this blog out of pity....

Either way, you're still reading, so it's a win-win.

Just out of curiosity, if you were a pirate, what would you name a baby that a dying mother gave you?

That is all.

Love, The Paina.

Literally in PAIN-A.

Fo Shizzle.

LINDABRUUUUUUU!!!

Yo,My sisters name is Linda,

                                                               she's like oneof7
                                                              Girls that is,  (Duh)
                                                               not boys that I'm countin'
                                                              Her birthday is today,
                                                              She's 24 and mountin'
                                                              So for her birthday
                                                              Imma right a small rap,
                                                              Though I'm not great, (Hey)
                                                              And it might be CRAP!
                                                              Word.

Yeah... that's that.

SO.

I don't usually write birthday blogs...But Linda is too AWESOME to not have one.

Not that any of you guys aren't awesome, But come on.
This is Linda.
She stopped a cultivator with a rib and gave death the middle finger. 
She almost got her hand cut off and WOULD have given death the middle finger but for the swelling...
And let's not forget how she kicked the crap out of the ground. With her face. 
And she once caught Pax when he was kind of fainting because he was choking...That's a horse. Like, over 1,000 pounds.

And there's other things but I can't think of them at the moment. 

                                        

                                                     Teeny Tiny me and Tiny Linda.

Which I've posted before. But there are hardly any pictures of me and Linda. Linda and I.

                                                                    Here we are!

                                                                 First we were like:
                                    

Then we were all:

                                   


                                                                But then, we LOLz.

Kind of terrifying.

Just slightly.

Anyways.

So like...Linda is cool and stuff.

And stuff.

As cool as Avenger Ponies.

No, cooler.

Because she watches Ponies with me sometimes.

So super cool.

In 10 seconds flat.

Yes.

Happy Birthday Linda!!

I knew I was going to switch to mindless at some point. Here is the point.

Well, that's all for now.

FOR NOW. Mwaha....ha.....HAHAHAHHAHAAA!!

Alrighty.

Bye now.

Love, The Paina.