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I thought you were. What does blowing raspberries mean?

That weird noise parents make by blowing air onto their kid's stomachs when they're little.

Putting your tongue between your lips and blowing.

I'm Pagan, but I'm not Wiccan.

John Wayne was a fag

He was not a cigarette.

It's an English expression, derived from the old Cockney Rhyming slang:
A fart : A raspberry tart
Developed into 'blowing a Raspberry'
i.e. Putting your tongue between your lips and blowing, designating derision, disobedience or contempt, usually in a jocular manner.

I wasn't supposed to eat all of it, but I eata dem all...lol

I'm not spending an entire week, at my mum's, this October. That was the biggest mistake that I've made, last year. I thought, that my mum would be thrilled, to know the real me, again. Man, was I ever wrong. She doesn't want Mick Avory. She wants me to be like Bionce. You know how she dresses. She doesn't want me. She wants a more desirable female, to take my place. It's the same, as the story of the parent of a newly diagnosed autistic child. They say that they wish, that their child, wasn't autistic, but what they're saying, is that they want a normal child, to take the place, of the autistic child, and that they wish that the autistic child, wasn't born.

My mum is embarrassed to have me, as a firstborn daughter. She wishes that a more up-to-date daughter, who's in the loop of mainstream society, to take my place, and she dismisses my feelings, and what I've been through, this summer (the Pete Quaife thing, that I will never get an apology for), because she wants a more mainstream daughter, who's an NT, to take my place, so that she can have one more female in the family, that she can relate to. It's like she wishes that I was never born, because I'm a sweet, innocent, chubby, autistic tomboy, who's living in a more innocent time, who doesn't know how to live for today, in the present, or doesn't want to, because of how the post millennium world is seen through her (or his) eyes.

That's why I will not be spending 6 days with my parents, the first week of October, this year. Any other month of the year, would be fine. It's the October thing that's scarred me, for the rest of my life. I told my mum, my favourite Kink - the one that I'm the most like, of course - to get her off my back.

Celibacy

Abstinence!

The Liberty City map looks awfully suggestive.

WoW time.

I be loving me some xkcd.

I met three Stormtroopers today

I like my new title.

I had a bit of a meltdown, early this morning, so I apologise about the thread, that I've started and the lengthy monolouge that I've posted, in this thread. This has happened, after the past three times, that I went to see my parents. I still go and see them, because they won't be alive, forever.