Ergo, we Go
Aight, so I have no idea exactly what to do with this. Blogger is quite cool though - no need for fiddling with codes in note pad. Or, well, swiping codes, then remodeling in note pad. Same same.
So who am I then?
I'm a bitter 14 year old trapped in a 24 year old body, still struggling with acne and lipstick. And currently a bit sick. And looking it! You'd think the acne was enough, but no. Hate being sick. When I was a kid, I used to write wills everytime I got sick.
"And for my mother, let her have my jar of coins.
For my brother, I leave charlotte, my stuffed bear.
For my cousins....let them eat cake."
(So I realise the reference to an old french queen might be a little bit out there considering I was about ten, but hey, if you're a prodigy, you're a prodigy.)
Guess I got a bit of a hypochondriac in me after all. Runs in the family. My grandmother's aunt is sick pretty much as often as she can. And when she's not, she spends her time thinking of reasons why everyone else in the world is not sick either. My father, for example, bless his heart, who lives in the Caribbean, does NOT, apprantly, have gas problems, he smuggles cocaine in his rectum, allowing for the less than gentle rise of his belly.
Well I'll be darned.
All I can say is "SHOW ME THE MONAAAAAAAAY!!"
The world is full of Wankers.
So who am I then?
I'm a bitter 14 year old trapped in a 24 year old body, still struggling with acne and lipstick. And currently a bit sick. And looking it! You'd think the acne was enough, but no. Hate being sick. When I was a kid, I used to write wills everytime I got sick.
"And for my mother, let her have my jar of coins.
For my brother, I leave charlotte, my stuffed bear.
For my cousins....let them eat cake."
(So I realise the reference to an old french queen might be a little bit out there considering I was about ten, but hey, if you're a prodigy, you're a prodigy.)
Guess I got a bit of a hypochondriac in me after all. Runs in the family. My grandmother's aunt is sick pretty much as often as she can. And when she's not, she spends her time thinking of reasons why everyone else in the world is not sick either. My father, for example, bless his heart, who lives in the Caribbean, does NOT, apprantly, have gas problems, he smuggles cocaine in his rectum, allowing for the less than gentle rise of his belly.
Well I'll be darned.
All I can say is "SHOW ME THE MONAAAAAAAAY!!"
The world is full of Wankers.
