Let's see how normal this post can last.
So! I forgot to tell you I have a *new* laptop! Sheila is collecting dust somewhere...Huh....I wonder where she is collecting dust....
Anywho.
This one is named Leo!
Yay!
So yeah. That's all I had planned to say, but I guess I'll keep going for the sake of my BOREDOM.
Some people are so mean. Am I right?
What is wrong with half of the world? Do we need to say rude, unnecessary things? And use such vulgar language?
NO!
Here's a lesson: If you have a negative comment or a rude remark, then keep it to yourself.
Now, knowing me, I have a closest full that's bursting at the hinges with mean criticisms I could spew at society. And do I?
Yes! I do!
But maybe it'd be better if I stopped. Like for example, I should stop calling the guy who I liked/like/whatever the hell I feel a dirty, rotten, heartless, rat-like, piggish, butt munching, stupid, ugly, charming, gay, beautiful, jerk.
*Cough.
That's not quite nice....
Or another example: calling every annoying skank on Facebook (you know, the "like the pic, not the link" twit faces) an annoying skank. Because they are probably insecure and need mental help.
I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry.
Nevermind this nonsense, topic change!
You know what I've been addicted to lately?
Twitter.
It's so cool because you can make it look pretty!
I put an ocean wave as my background picture and and I have sea blues and greens as my font colors! Also, I'm purposefully trying to have hardly any followers because I can tweet about whatever I want without people being offended or me worrying about what other people might think.
There's too many people on Facebook for me. And it doesn't look as pretty and it's annoying compared to Twitter. Although, thinking of it, people piss me off on Twitter, too.
I can't escape from the imbeciles. That's why I seclude myself more often than not. I try to escape them, but they always find me.
Speaking of imbeciles.
Whose idea was it to take pitchforks and burn torches to run out every surrounding town's village idiot into my town?
No, really.
Driving on my main road today was like being swept up in a horrible circus act with clowns zipping all around me in minivans and moving trucks.
YES. MOVING TRUCKS.
This big, dirty truck that I had been keeping my eye on for a long time (because I saw it stall in the middle of the road...YEAH KIND OF DANGEROUS) decides to pull out right in front of me.
And what is it with people talking on the cell phone?
HELLOOOO ANSWER THIS: WHY ARE YOU DRIVING 60 MPH WITH BOTH HANDS OFF THE FREAKING WHEEL? BECAUSE OMGSH DANNY TEXTED YOU AND YOU JUST HAVE TO TEXT BACK? Um, I don't think that's an excuse! It'll sound like a poor one when people try to explain your untimely croaking!
Enough of this.
Simply thinking of the main road I have to drive on everyday makes my right foot slam down on an invisible gas pedal.
No, no...I don't have road rage...
Not that much anyway.
Well, that's all I have in me for today.
Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out
So! I forgot to tell you I have a *new* laptop! Sheila is collecting dust somewhere...Huh....I wonder where she is collecting dust....
Anywho.
This one is named Leo!
Yay!
So yeah. That's all I had planned to say, but I guess I'll keep going for the sake of my BOREDOM.
Some people are so mean. Am I right?
What is wrong with half of the world? Do we need to say rude, unnecessary things? And use such vulgar language?
NO!
Here's a lesson: If you have a negative comment or a rude remark, then keep it to yourself.
Now, knowing me, I have a closest full that's bursting at the hinges with mean criticisms I could spew at society. And do I?
Yes! I do!
But maybe it'd be better if I stopped. Like for example, I should stop calling the guy who I liked/like/whatever the hell I feel a dirty, rotten, heartless, rat-like, piggish, butt munching, stupid, ugly, charming, gay, beautiful, jerk.
*Cough.
That's not quite nice....
Or another example: calling every annoying skank on Facebook (you know, the "like the pic, not the link" twit faces) an annoying skank. Because they are probably insecure and need mental help.
I'm not very good at this. I'm sorry.
Nevermind this nonsense, topic change!
You know what I've been addicted to lately?
Twitter.
It's so cool because you can make it look pretty!
I put an ocean wave as my background picture and and I have sea blues and greens as my font colors! Also, I'm purposefully trying to have hardly any followers because I can tweet about whatever I want without people being offended or me worrying about what other people might think.
There's too many people on Facebook for me. And it doesn't look as pretty and it's annoying compared to Twitter. Although, thinking of it, people piss me off on Twitter, too.
I can't escape from the imbeciles. That's why I seclude myself more often than not. I try to escape them, but they always find me.
Speaking of imbeciles.
Whose idea was it to take pitchforks and burn torches to run out every surrounding town's village idiot into my town?
No, really.
Driving on my main road today was like being swept up in a horrible circus act with clowns zipping all around me in minivans and moving trucks.
YES. MOVING TRUCKS.
This big, dirty truck that I had been keeping my eye on for a long time (because I saw it stall in the middle of the road...YEAH KIND OF DANGEROUS) decides to pull out right in front of me.
And what is it with people talking on the cell phone?
HELLOOOO ANSWER THIS: WHY ARE YOU DRIVING 60 MPH WITH BOTH HANDS OFF THE FREAKING WHEEL? BECAUSE OMGSH DANNY TEXTED YOU AND YOU JUST HAVE TO TEXT BACK? Um, I don't think that's an excuse! It'll sound like a poor one when people try to explain your untimely croaking!
Enough of this.
Simply thinking of the main road I have to drive on everyday makes my right foot slam down on an invisible gas pedal.
No, no...I don't have road rage...
Not that much anyway.
Well, that's all I have in me for today.
Signing out of this blog like yeah~
Gwen the Super Hero, over and out
