I’m not really sure how many people have been reading these entries. I’m guessing about 2.
But I just wanted to stress that if you are expecting profound groundbreaking insights into the world, you are looking in the wrong place.
That’s not me, I’m not insightful.
I don’t say deep or moving things, and I’m not going to pretend like I can.
Obviously, I wouldn’t be fooling anyone.
I don’t like to analyze things too much.
I don’t like to delve into the mysteries of the universe.
I like to have a good time, I’m trying to enjoy life.
What could possible be wrong with that.
School stresses me out.
I love working, I love money.
I love family.
My dog makes me laugh like crazy.
Computers are the shit.
I like taking people by surprise, making them laugh.
I make up harmony parts to every song I listen to. (Thanks, Silber)
I eat an entire box of Gushers in one day. And I’m not ashamed, they are delicious.
I can’t go into Target without buying at least $100 worth of merchandise…unless I leave my debit at home.
The sound of a vacuum makes me cringe. So does the word chunky.
I love Northern accents. And British accents. And the way Paula Dean talks.
Those grates a the bottom of swimming pools. What’s up with those anyway. Can you say creepy?
There is something about miniature toiletries. They are adorable, I want them all.
The local news is the worst. But I watch it almost everyday to make fun if it.
I love to sprinkle big, preposterous words in conversations, instant messages, and homework assignments. You could say I like to spice it up a bit.
So just let me apologize in advance to anyone who reads this blog. Don’t expect anything drastically different from the above entry.
Like I always say, “Aim high and you can never be disappointed.” Wait, that’s not right….
