So I'm contemplating deleting my blog. It kind of sucks to be honest, and I doubt anyone reads it anymore. Though if I do happen to delete it, there's a chance I will never end up creating a new one to replace it. Aaaand that's that.
Tonight is supermoon night and I'm SUPER excited. I shall be standing outside from 11pm, camera in hand, waiting patiently for the perfect moment. If I am not blessed with a perfect moment, I shall scream and set fire to said camera.
Woke up this morning with excruciating back pains, most probably due to the unsightly position I'm in whilst working. Speaking of work, actually, let's not speak of work. It can go rot in hell.
Mood has been pretty unstable these past few weeks. I find myself re-evaluating my life at least, forty-six thousand times a day. This serves only to physically, emotionally, and mentally drain me. I feel caged and suffocated and want out. When I say 'want out' I mean, of this planet. I'm bored of the Earth now. I actually really want to live on Uranus but whenever I tell anyone, they think I'm telling a hilarious butt-holer joke. I'M NOT A BUTT-HOLER.
On a side note, a certain twit has really been irritating me of late. They seem to be under the delusion that they know 'exactly' what they're talking about. Well excuse me, half-wit, please refrain from being a 'n00b' while I 'pwn' your assertions.
Right, that is all for now. Possibly ever.
Tonight is supermoon night and I'm SUPER excited. I shall be standing outside from 11pm, camera in hand, waiting patiently for the perfect moment. If I am not blessed with a perfect moment, I shall scream and set fire to said camera.
Woke up this morning with excruciating back pains, most probably due to the unsightly position I'm in whilst working. Speaking of work, actually, let's not speak of work. It can go rot in hell.
Mood has been pretty unstable these past few weeks. I find myself re-evaluating my life at least, forty-six thousand times a day. This serves only to physically, emotionally, and mentally drain me. I feel caged and suffocated and want out. When I say 'want out' I mean, of this planet. I'm bored of the Earth now. I actually really want to live on Uranus but whenever I tell anyone, they think I'm telling a hilarious butt-holer joke. I'M NOT A BUTT-HOLER.
On a side note, a certain twit has really been irritating me of late. They seem to be under the delusion that they know 'exactly' what they're talking about. Well excuse me, half-wit, please refrain from being a 'n00b' while I 'pwn' your assertions.
Right, that is all for now. Possibly ever.
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