Sigh…

Why do people lie?

Why are people apparently determined to ruin my life?

What have I ever done to them?

Do they really want me to do the unthinkable?

I want Joy – is that too much to ask?

If you’re one of those liars, please stop, please don’t force me to end my life.

Coralie XD

Introducing: Coralie

Name: Coralie

Age: 15

Sex: Female

Five Random Facts:

• Coralie is French and lives in France and speaks very bad English, which makes it quite difficult to talk to her sometimes. She’s known Joy for five years.
• Coralie likes Coco-Pops, especially when they’re nice and milky. Don’t ask her about that, though, in case she gets angry and attacks you with a spoon.
• During one peculiar webcam session, when Coralie was around Joy’s house, she leant over Joy’s shoulder to see what we were writing to one another. By fault of a slightly loose top, there was a brief moment of embarrassing exposure. After she stood up (somewhat quickly) I couldn’t resist a quick tease, and this particular incident is slowly developing into a running joke between us three.
• When I first said Coralie’s last name (Desoutter) it came out completely wrong. How am I supposed to know how you say it? I’m not as French as she is.
• Coralie is slightly damaged upstairs. She seems to pull a stupid face every five seconds. That is, until I stuck a screwdriver up my nose…

Happy Memory:

Joy thinks I reckon Coralie is fit. So I denied it, and Coralie got all offended because she thought I was calling her ugly. So I said she wasn’t ugly, and Joy asked me if I did think she was fit. Awkward…

How we met:

I knew Joy and Joy knew her, and we ended up in a ten-way chat via MSN. So I added her, and we started talking using a translator.