There is a man thong within a metre of my person;
Trufax.
It says "GET YOUR LIPS AROUND THIS"
Ellie is scared.
After catching up on my good friend Helen's blog, I decided (along with Aimee) to make a blog, for our commitment seems... non-committed compared to Helen.
Do people call Helen Hells?
I do. Is my natural reaction to shorten people's names and "tinker" with them until I discover a completely irrelevant name and use for TEH REST OF MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEE.
Why am I still typing this?
WTFSHUTUPME.
But yes, THE INTERNET IS SENDING ME EMAILS SAYING "Blog.co.uk misses you!"
Which is rather hilarious because I totally replied saying "Then why didn't it send me an email itself, fucker?"
Which sort of shows my desperate need for hilarity in my moody day.
And blood.
A Positive, pls.
Am rly tired today. See above.
DDD:
I wish I had something to say that would be like "OHMYCARP THAT GIRL HAS SUCH AN INTERESTING LIFE", but nothing eventful has happened since I last posted. Except Christmas.
Christmas sucked.
And New Years.
Which was pretty awesome. Will post later to fill you in on the happenings of the night.
But yes, to fill the next few minutes of my life I will continue typing about my completely interesting and successful life and the thoughts going through my mind:
My back really hurts.
It might be the way I'm hunched over this goddamn Mac.
Which sucks.
wtfbbq.
I have received a new email from info@blog.co.uk
Awesome.
What's on TV tonight?
I just spelt received wrong, you dick. I before E except after C.
Ow, my back just cracked.
My back hurts again.
Well, it still hurts I guess.
Haaa, I just sighed really deeply.
has it always been this dark?
JENSENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKELLANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJACKSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNJAREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Ahhh, I saw Michael O'Toole today walking to the Watford match. I smashed my face against the window and screamed "I KNOW YOUUU." xD
I feel loserish.
Why am I still typing?
Will stop now.
Okay.
Post later, friends.
Farewell.
LATER SKATERS XD