Bored

Imagine if Feng sneezes without her piercing in and snot flies out of her new nostril hole like a lil sprinkler.

My acrostic poem:

Sad most of the time

Eats triple her body weight daily

Really hates seafood

Envisions people dying in zombie apocalypses

Naps whenever there is work to do

Accepts her impending doom in engo exam tmr

I have nothing to blog about so here is twenty one pilots looking really sad promoting Bieber's single.