You are all probably thinking, "Holy hell, she isn't doing this rubbish again, is she?!" and kind of have this expression on your face --> :S or maybe even this --> >:O
Most of you probably just saw the title and thought, "I AM NOT reading that crap. EVER!"
But it's fine. I have come to grips that I usually to talk to myself. Most of the time. Well, all of the time.
So, this past week has been an average one. Apart from the part where I climbed a mountain, and then my doggy went face first in a puddle. Has anyone ever seen that western show The Vicar Of Dibley, (sp?) and theres that one really awesome episode where she's so happy, she jumps in that puddle and it's A LOT deeper than it looks? It was kind of like that, but instead of Dawn French, it was my dog, Digby. I laughed my iddy socks off on that there mountain top...
Yeah. So, the good mood I was in has officially gone POOF and out the window. My western father can be a spoilt pickle. He annoys me sometimes...almost the same way that western *insert nasty/hateful word here* Miley Cyrus does...
This has been a very boring and rather grey blog. I do apologize. Reading back on it I can't help but think, "Damn, I'm such a boring person, I mean hell, my fracking dog had more fun than me this week. That's just sad..."
So I do promise to try and liven things up. Just a tad though, because I'm quite idea-less. As you can clearly tell. I mean, as of now, this is the third time I've edited this blog, just to try and make it better. I'm just going to stop typing. Right about...
Seriously, I am sorry.
BYE!
Transmission end. Rebel out.
NOW!
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