Actually, I lied. I was never a nice person, I was just too shy too let out my inner (now my outer) scheming, sarcastic bitch. However, I do seemed to have toned it down lately: As aptly pointed out by Bucket, I've been mopey. I'd apologize, but since being mopey was not any sort of crime (even in preschool, where you have no business being mopey) the last time I checked, I've decided that I'm too lazy to apologize and instead shall just post.
All you mopey windowlickers out there can just go form a support group or something. I AM AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN (and now I have the urge to place a chat smiley here, just to show I'm not serious. I'm both a minor and too unmotivated to be independent).
Unfortunately, this post has no point other than to use the word windowlicker, as commanded by God (no, not your God. This one kicks ass).
And wow, I must be in a crappy mood, because usually I'm a bit more tactful that that. Just a bit, though. Nonetheless, this post STILL has no point. I would search for one, but I DON'T. WANT. TO. I am going to be childish and immature and all sorts of irresponsible, and there's nothing you can do about it, because I won't listen to you! Hah!
Okay. Now that I've gotten that out of my system too, I shall attempt to be vaguely amusing for all of my three dedicated readers, and my one, insanely dedicated (or maybe just insane), motivational chipmunk.
Yes, I have a motivational chipmunk. That's why I never get anything done--he's a chipmunk. What did you expect?
Clearly, you expected an interesting blog post....Not happening any time soon, unfortunately. Lower your expectations and maybe they'll be satisfied. Maybe.
To not completely leave you without a story or rant, I shall combine the two into a mini-story-rant-thing! It shall be known as "Why I Hate My Birthday With A Burning Passion".
To be continued....
(Yes, I am horrid. Get used to it, or get out.)
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2 comments:
Ishani,
I may be furious at the world, and furious at all of my former "friends" who consistently shatter my trust, but at least I can come up with something coherent to say to express it.
In your words from long ago, "I'd come up with an intelligent comment, but this is not an intelligent post." Who's the lame blogger now, huh? Huh?
Alright, I apologize. It's just that my last comment was too nice. I guess I just felt like I had to be nice to you because it was quickly seeming that you would be the only friend I had left...and you aren't particularly stable in regards to that, considering how often we get genuinely pissed at each other.
This was a completely passive aggressive comment, attacking everyone, so I figured I'd let your other passive aggressive readers do they're best to match it with some lame ass attack at me (but not directly at me. No no, that would be just tooooooo honest. We have to wrap it up in a shroud of "due to experiences in the past with CERTAIN people, I know that...")
In case you haven't noticed, my comment is simply an imitation of your post. Irrational, angry, mopey, and completely pointless. I still love you, though.
(wow, I see why you write crap like that to post. Pressing "publish comment" is going to feel really good. And yes, I just wrote a paragraph in parenthesis)
ta ta, and better luck next time.
Jake, I'm starting to hate your guts (too bad I said this in a comment on Ishani's blog, and not to your face, but as you're not here right now, this'll do).
Ah, feuds.
ANYWAY, Ishani, as a loyal reader, it doesn't really matter whether your posts have points or not. They're entertaining anyway (a feat indeed) :D
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