How was I to know? How? How? I'm not psychic. You're not my bachpan ki dost. We don't chat on the phone sharing secrets and gossip. I don't stalk you on Facebook or any other stalkable online place. I am not that-girl-who-doesn't-know-anything.
Also you [a completely different you] did not indirectly call me a bitch behind-my-back. Fuck. You.
Anyway. Reading FML always cheers me up. And reading MLIA makes me giggle. Google both if you haven't heard of either.
And I know this was a non-post full of ranting and whining and now you're regretting you're even reading this blog and you're wondering how you landed here in the first place and deciding to never come back again ever and you're also kind of hungry [broke the overusage of the word and on the internet rule with that sentence there]. That just makes me feel bad, except the hunger part. You're allowed to be hungry whenever you want. I'm kind of hungry too. But don't judge my blog by this post ok? I have happy sunshiney stuff all over the place. My blog oozes rainbows and unicorns. Really, it does. And to make up for the rantiness, here:
Sandra Bullock: We need a big finish!
Diedrich Bader: Maybe I should take my top off.
Are we friends again?
Friday, 16 April 2010
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I want to know the reason for the rant. Sounds fun!
P.S. What was the hunger bit? Confusing to say the least! :D
How was I to know? How? How? I'm not psychic. You're not my bachpan ki dost. We don't chat on the phone sharing secrets and gossip. I don't stalk you on Facebook or any other stalkable online place. I am not that-girl-who-doesn't-know-anything.
Also you [a completely different you] did not indirectly call me a bitch behind-my-back. Fuck. You.
Anyway. Reading FML always cheers me up. And reading MLIA makes me giggle. Google both if you haven't heard of either.
And I know this was a non-post full of ranting and whining and now you're regretting you're even reading this blog and you're wondering how you landed here in the first place and deciding to never come back again ever and you're also kind of hungry [broke the overusage of the word and on the internet rule with that sentence there]. That just makes me feel bad, except the hunger part. You're allowed to be hungry whenever you want. I'm kind of hungry too. But don't judge my blog by this post ok? I have happy sunshiney stuff all over the place. My blog oozes rainbows and unicorns. Really, it does. And to make up for the rantiness, here:
Sandra Bullock: We need a big finish!
Diedrich Bader: Maybe I should take my top off.
Are we friends again?
soooo much fun :D
dude even my blog sometimes throws such saaaaaaad stuff at its readers i tell you! whattodo?!
How was I to know? How? How? I'm not psychic. You're not my bachpan ki dost. We don't chat on the phone sharing secrets and gossip. I don't stalk you on Facebook or any other stalkable online place. I am not that-girl-who-doesn't-know-anything.
Also you [a completely different you] did not indirectly call me a bitch behind-my-back. Fuck. You.
Anyway. Reading FML always cheers me up. And reading MLIA makes me giggle. Google both if you haven't heard of either.
And I know this was a non-post full of ranting and whining and now you're regretting you're even reading this blog and you're wondering how you landed here in the first place and deciding to never come back again ever and you're also kind of hungry [broke the overusage of the word and on the internet rule with that sentence there]. That just makes me feel bad, except the hunger part. You're allowed to be hungry whenever you want. I'm kind of hungry too. But don't judge my blog by this post ok? I have happy sunshiney stuff all over the place. My blog oozes rainbows and unicorns. Really, it does. And to make up for the rantiness, here:
Sandra Bullock: We need a big finish!
Diedrich Bader: Maybe I should take my top off.
Are we friends again?
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