What.
I like boobs enough, I guess.
LOL.

soooooorry.
just boobs.
*__________*

but really Clock is all about the butt.
firm butts are so much more great.

Eeeeeh.
I'm a more teeth kind of guy.
LOL.
I just look at teeth.
o_O
and wrinkly foreheads.

LOL.
that is so weird.

this is why were are best friends.
(Clock stares at hands a lot)

LOL.
Fingers are so nice.
It's like, how did those lines get there?
I like cute feet too.
Like cute toes.
LOL.
I should stop talking now.

-hides-
Clock hates feet.
HATES feet.
; n;

OH NO.
WHY CLOCK WHY.

they are so creepy.
and like, aksjdlfahgbdgh.
Clock only touches her own feet when necessary.

Feet confuse me. And I don't like hands because everyone elses look weird to me.

JELLY.
OFIE IS HAVING INTERWEB TROUBLES.
Clock is suppose to tell you.

Thank you for telling me, then.

Haha.
WTF. TELL OFIE Y SHE NO TELL YOU TO TELL ME.
-3-

Jelly; She's a bit distraught about it.
Greg; CAUSE YOU HAVE CLOCK.

OHMYGOD.
That's so true.

Clockie, come hither.

8D
-squishes-

Haha, she's grown quite attached to her internet access.

aha, yeah.
and the lack there of.
-shakes head-
poor Ofie.

poor Ofie indeed. I nearly died without it for a day and a half, I dread the thought of longer.

Tntk! Hai there.
I haven't said hello to you.
I'm Greg, nice to meet you. C:

Clock can go long periods without interwebs.
even though, it doesn't happen very often.

Hello there, Greg. I shall refer to you as Greg, mostly because saying Buttsex to refer to a person would not turn out well.

I can go long periods of time without internet, provided I have someting else to amuse me.

Greg is a nice name.
Clock knew a Greg once.
>___>

but Clock wont tell that story.

and yus, when Clock has art stuffs going on,
she tends to disappear from the world.

HAHA. People always are like, "Wtf, your user.." I understand completely. -o- What shall I call you then?



CLOCK, TELL THE STORY!

TELL THE STORY CLOCK.

I disappear from Mene when i'm gaming or racing, but otherwise, I love my internet and mene too much.

uh, back in like the third/fourth grade,
Clock and her best friend,
would chase Greg around the school yard,
and when he'd come back from lunch,
we'd be waiting,
cause Clocks best friend had a crush on him.

that's the summed up/short version.