You know what my favorite thing is? Feeling like I SUCK...
Okay, so I go on Tyler's blog every damn day to read his messages that are about, uh, an inch long. (Meanwhile I am posting messages and daily updates that are 5 inches long with much more important content, such as making out with anonymous boys at bars.) I go back about 5 hours later and frickin EVERYONE has posted. 5 comments here, 4 comments there, 2 comments another day. ("Oh Tyler, things will get better! You are the coolest person ever!" Actually, that's MY title.) Oh, of course, I get REFERENCED in the comments, though I never actually GET any of my own. But then, I get severely RIDICULED for not posting. ("Kelly, you haven't posted in days. How am I going to live? How will I survive without your life to keep me afloat? How come I suck so much because I don't ever comment on your very important happenings?") Ha. Very funny, joke must be on me.
My roommates would call that a warpath. They are familiar with it because it happens often at our apartment when I clean. Anything and everything in my way gets destroyed. I can't live in filth. Speaking of, my roommates have also taken to periodically flashing me. I am feeling like my boobs just aren't up to standard as of late. So I guess I'm down, too. Who's gonna cheer me up? You cheered Tyler up damnit, now move on to the more important folk. (Sorry Ty, hostility surfaces in the face of favoring.)
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