Reflections that I hate
Okay, so I haven't blogged in almost a week. Who effin cares??? I mean, who cares? Well, I've gotten ONE more person who's reading my blog. I actually added hers today since we both have a problem with actually GETTING any audience feedback. Hoorah! I'm not alone in my endeavors to reach someone anymore!!
Anyway, so I've been contemplating how things have been going in my life. And...well, I'm not great at math, but let me put it this way.
Anyway, so I've been contemplating how things have been going in my life. And...well, I'm not great at math, but let me put it this way.
Sharai + life's crap + whatever else you can think of = SWIRLING VORTEX OF TERROR
Does that make sense? Oh, whatever.
Well, besides that, I'm doing okay. Been doing my best to shed a few pounds, but my bottom half still looks like two giant turkey legs. Now if you see me, don't you DARE stare at them!!! I can see these things, you know.
And then there's my skin. AGH. God knows I'm trying to get rid of all my scars. I mean, if I could have 2 weeks where I didn't have to go out in public, I would get my skin chemically peeled. But who the heck has 2 WEEKS to spare and do NOTHING but get your skin peeled???????? No one, I tell ya!!! And if you do, mind giving it me?
Maybe that's why I can't get a guy. They don't like the way I look. AGH. I think my period is on it's way. Because there's NO WAY that I would act so irrational. Unless, it's around that certain time, and I've have too much oxygen. It does happen, believe me. Just ask my friends on FB. They can tell you.
That's it for now, folks. I just wanted to type up something so it doesn't seem like I died or went to Mars. And if I DID go to Mars, I would post about it here.
Goodnight
Well, besides that, I'm doing okay. Been doing my best to shed a few pounds, but my bottom half still looks like two giant turkey legs. Now if you see me, don't you DARE stare at them!!! I can see these things, you know.
And then there's my skin. AGH. God knows I'm trying to get rid of all my scars. I mean, if I could have 2 weeks where I didn't have to go out in public, I would get my skin chemically peeled. But who the heck has 2 WEEKS to spare and do NOTHING but get your skin peeled???????? No one, I tell ya!!! And if you do, mind giving it me?
Maybe that's why I can't get a guy. They don't like the way I look. AGH. I think my period is on it's way. Because there's NO WAY that I would act so irrational. Unless, it's around that certain time, and I've have too much oxygen. It does happen, believe me. Just ask my friends on FB. They can tell you.
That's it for now, folks. I just wanted to type up something so it doesn't seem like I died or went to Mars. And if I DID go to Mars, I would post about it here.
Goodnight