… But what’s three months between friends? Apparently a lot; I’ve lost a whole bunch of you, haven’t I? School’s been a pain (I didn’t do nearly as well as I had hoped), my social life is a drag, and my parents are in the middle of a divorce, but it’s okay.
Incase you couldn’t tell, this is going to be a rather shoddy recap post. So what have I been doing for the past 3 months?
My dad just gave me the “Son, are you Gay?” talk. Now, not that I’m homophobic or anything, but just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay. If I had a penny for each time I’ve had this asked to me in the past couple years, well, I’d have about two dollars now.
I cannot verbally explain the amount of frustration I have just been subject to, so I will tell you in proto-human grunts:
ugh. Arf. Arsnootnah. HOOG. HONKADUTHA! Humchaba? Hoffo! Him nim nom! TOLOMGUAK!!!
*achem*
That’ll be all. Feel free to carry on with the rest of your day.
I’m done,
~B.
Heyo, tumblr community! How long’s it been since my last contact? A week, two? Anywho, I think another rant is extremely overdue and welcome, and that maybe, just maybe, this one will be as menially entertaining as the last.
Now if you are interested in hearing about my personal ongoings of the last 2 weeks, my family issues, school problems, thoughts about suicide, and how my overall mental stability is hanging on a thread finer than that of a spider’s silk and weaker than a cooked spaghetti noodle over a rockbed of stalagmites, fire, and starved cheetahs, please do continue to read on, because it’s sure to be a doozy!
… a bunch of looted houses, $81.2 billion in property damage, and ~1800 deaths.
Hey, Tumblr Community. I hope you all dislike Katy Perry as an artist as much as I do. I guess it’s time for another blog post for all two of you to read (I GOT TWO FOLLOWERS!).Just so you know, if you are browsing through the “Latest Submissions” on Tumblr and my humble blog happens to pop up, maybe you’d like to follow or something, spread the word around. My blog is hard to reblog, but getting the word out would be nice.
Anyway, Journaling!
Well, I still have little to no clue what the hell I’m supposed to post here or what my goal on this website is, but I had a spark of an idea on what to do. In addition to my various rants, which I have decided will be weekly or biweekly, I will post something called “Momentous Moments in My Life”. In order to protect the nature and identities of the persons involved in these situations, names will be changed or replaced entirely, as will locations. Just because I don’t want to get sued by some retard with too much money.
These textual posts will be made whenever I see fit, or I recall anything specifically life changing that happened, and will be accompanied by a cartoon picture of myself at the time, clothes I was wearing, height, age, and date. All of these factors are important to me for reasons that I will probably outline in great detail over the course of the next however-the-fuck long I’m going to be keeping this thing up.
Other pages I have added include:
Pictures I love: I really can’t imagine myself explaining this any more clearly without being extremely redundant. The title pretty much explains it, and if you don’t understand what it means, you are most likely illiterate, in which case, why are you reading a text blog?
Down and Down the Rabbit Hole Goes: This is for my poetry and Fiction, which I will warn you is Vogon caliber. If you want to read it, go ahead, but don’t feel forced. It won’t hurt my feelings{.}
Rules to life, living: Over the past 16 years on the planet, I’ve picked up a few rules and regulations in order to conduct my life. Really though, most are fluffy or bullshit, so you can skim over if you like. Nobody’s making you do Anything…
Songs and Videos: I wonder what this could possibly be. No way it could be an assortment of youtube links I find enjoyable{.}
I intend on posting the first two entries of MMIML tonight, and maybe a blog. But hey, who’s keeping track, I’m pretty much talking to myself for now. That is until maybe one of you maybe follows me maybe and maybe recommends me to a friend maybe. Not that I care or anything…
Best Regards
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