I always forget what font I do these things in because my cycle only happens once every eight weeks. I'm pretty sure it's the default font thought, because I don't ever remember changing it before.
Borat is dumb, but then everyone else laughs at what he says and then they say what he says and laugh at their saying it because it sounds like the funny thing that he says. Which secretly aren't actually funny. It's like Seth Rogen but even less intelligent. Because at least Mr Rogen is saying clever-y things, but Mr Baron Cohen says "Penis sex nice!" and then everyone goes "hahahahaha".
So I went to Her house to help the present, and instead we spent three hours looking for her friend's keys. And when I went to buy an icecreams for us from down the road and I came back the doors and curtains were shut and the tv was still on. Then noone was there for half an hour. So I went upstairs to the flat, then I went back down and everything was open but the tv was off. So I went in the computer, and after another ten minutes they came back and didn't answer when I asked where did they go. And then she yelled at me computer. And then they thought I was being rude because I seemed annoyed. Then I couldn't find my glasses and then they laughed and ran into her room and locked the door. I spent half an hour looking for the glasses. They were under the Christmas Tree. And then they both went to dinner and I had to walk home. And then I tried to make plans with Her and she said that I was being frusturating because she didn't understand what I wanted to sort out. Then she said I was being ridiculous for wanting to know how we were getting there, what time we were going, what time we were leaving, and how were getting home at 2am from Town.Then her phone stopped working. So she txted me and she asked me what I wanted and I replied and then she didn't. So now I'm not going and I don't care.
Isn't that strange? This is what I mean by that firs thing I said, one lot of my friends are to me what I am to the other lot of friends. So that's how I know that I'm being a dick and I'm really, really sorry.
I'm 49% Indie and a Movie God, and my life is rated R18.
People I don't know asked me about who I thought was being disloyal on the internet.
My sister has started calling me "dickhead" and "faggot" and then asking if she can borrow ten dollars. I wonder if I was like that three years ago. I sure hope not.
I want to write lyrics to songs that I sing badly, but the humor won't come across if it's just the words. I don't think... I don't know actually. Let's try;
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhwhat you saaaaaaa-aay WHAT did you sayrarara - ra - ah - ah - rama rama-ma ga-ga-ohhlala lollipop you make my heart go giddyup you are as sweet as candy man can who can make the sunshine wooooooooaoooooooah I'm walking on sunshine and it makes me feel good!!"
My blogs don't make sense... or maybe not as much as I imagine they do...
