Annie Lucy huh? you fucking poser you aint no fucking annie lucy. your pictures are of dani gore you stoopid bitch. she was millionaires with allison and melissa but left. wow i have to say this is a pretty pathetic attempt. making up stories about a made-up life. thats sad. Try being yourself.
oi cockhead, take a read of this you sad ass mother fucker:
This blog of The Diary of Annie Lucy Weatherfoot is fictitious. Annie Lucy Weatherfoot and all characters are fictitious too. At the end of each post I state that it is very loosely based on me life, meaning little things that happen in my life I use to add in the diary. Pictures and videos I use to depict Annie Lucy Weatherfoot are of Dani Gore who sings in a band called Millionaires. I thought she fitted the role perfectly!
and by the way, it’s actually ‘stupid’ not ‘stoopid’ – using words like that? I really hope you’re under the age of 16 mate
well Im really sorry then ,i thought you were protraying sumone you werent. I am also sorry it took me so long to reply back ,i ment no offence ,i just hate when people pretend to be sumone thier arent.
Minus the idiot above — and anyone else like him — I love this blog. It’s sparked an idea to do something like this. Likely something completely different, in terms of angle, but similar in terms of fiction.
I found this, btw, because of a tattoo picture. Thank you, Google! And thank YOU, Annie’s creator.
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