It's really a hammer. Or possibly a chainsaw.

 

Either is good.

 

I have nothing to whine about. Come to think of it, that's probably a good thing. Despite the lack of entertainment it probably provides you kids. I'm in a relatively good mood.

 

It rained today. <3

It smelled good. I was going to walk home in it, but it had stopped by the time school finished. So I just caught the bus like I always do, and ignored the loser kids and had my mp3 player really loud. Or at least, as loud as it can go, whch is not very loud, and nowhere near as loud as I would like it to be.

 

Pity really.

 

I say 'really' a lot.

 

It probably means I'm cool.

 

At least I hope so.

 

Jessie made cookies in Home Ec today. She shared them with me. They were good. Thank you Jessie. =D

 

I have to work on Thursday. But that's ok. 'Cause it's only Tuesday, and I get paid on Thursday anyway, and it means I can go to town on Friday and spend money. Which is always fun.

 

I'm pretty much rambling. I just wanted to do blog entry so I'd feel famous on the internet. I hope it works.

 

Tally ho, chaps. <3

Thought. It's odd how headphones have 'L' and 'R' on them, when they work the same no matter what ear you put them in. Are people really that dense that they need to be told to put their headphones in different ears?

 

People suck.

 

So I put forward a challenge to you, dearest reader. Put your headphones in whatever fucking ear you want. FIGHT THE POWERRRR!

 

 

So maybe this is slightly overdone. But fuck it anyway, I want to bitch about it.

 

TV inspired me this time. Watching some show about 'Showbiz Parents'. And these unfortunate six year olds in beauty pageants.

 

It got me annoyed.

 

Because. As we know, I'm quite violently opposed to blonde perfection in every form. So. When I see all these mothers turning their five and six year old kids into mini-Miss Americas, it did a pretty fucking good job of annoying me.

 

I mean. At six years old, you're supposed to be playing dress ups, not prancing around in COMPETITIVE dress ups.

And really. Do you really WANT to put the pressure to be perfect on your six year old? Puberty does a perfectly fine job of that without you starting early.

 

I had some other points. But I've forgotten them, and it's too hard to type anymore.

 

This is all you're getting this time around.

Holy wow, like oh my fucking god.

 

Nothing to write, but little miss Jess is sitting behind me with an expectant look upon her small face, so I'm pretending to be deep and intellegent. Of course, we all know better.

 

I'll take this oppertunity to brag. I'm getting a tattoo, joy, happy joy. Tell me sites and things, I need a good design. No pansy fucking flowers, mind you. Butterfly/fairy/nature tattoos are for hippies. Go ahead and draw one if you love me. You know you want to.

 

I know that fuck all people read this. Or. I'm damn famous and noone comments. In which case, comment me you pansies. I don't bite, unless you're stupid.

 

Either way, I'm not expecting miracles of you kids. But it would be nice.

 

Go on. Influence my decision. SHOW YOUR APPRECIATION.

 

<3