oh, right

Well, I just found a mind expandingly awesome way to get over my "I am actually a girl with hormones, sometimes I act like it, so I'm going to freak out about something because that's how I FEEL" moment.

No, I do not mean mind expanding drugs, but instead a unhealthy dollop of pretentious twat barking literary wank. Which should be written more regularly, it has more truth than the author realises, and generally excells in the realm of decent material to read on the internet. Which, as a generalised rule, is non-existant. The internet? Seriously, porn and whiney annoying slags.
Now, you don't have to understand what that means, but if you do then you'd either find it hilarious because it's somewhat true and I'm bitch OR you're merely one person in particular and so you're probably offended but mostly likely slightly impressed at my nonsensical ramblings, also. Not to mention, you always like a bit of a attention(especially in my blog).


Not only did that make very little sense, it also just goes to show that girls are fun. Within the same day we can write a blog consisting of sliding opposite moods.