<---Oh come on...
Consuming it actually is day when I write this I have to start this by saying "Good Day". I hope you'r not going to be awfully disappointed as you continue to read what I am continuing to write. Fuck that sounded really "I really wish to capture the world by using simple word plays" Just please ignore that. So, my friends have long talked about since I have such a "special" personality it would be suitable to start a blog. Probably so I could meet other "special" people to discuss murder and my "special" interest for fish eyes...Come on that is not going to happen. Fish eye fans, pleace fuck off from my blog, don't look back just continue to clik away. Far way. In another direction.
I watched Shrek Yesterday, not number two or three witch honestly sucked compared to number one. With my best friend Sara, and all of the sudden she bursts out in laughter, ten minutes with heavy breath and cramps later she says " You know what? You, hahaha, look like, hahaha, Donkey!,hahahha" I starred...and starred and then I starred some more. "What the hell!?" and she just continued to laugh on. How is it, that when people call you ignorant bitch or annoying brat it never seem to hurt, like really hurt, but when your very best friend call you a donkey then it's fucking world war all over again. Then , when we watched Friends together today I said "You know what? I may look like a Donkey, But you act and look like GUNTHER!" shit, sometimes it is better to just shut up and go with the flow. She does not return my calls and I am out of money caused by exactly thirty five textmessages where I explain why she remined me of the weird, obsessed coffe guy in the background. My tips to my none existing faithfull readers:Blogs are only fun when people read them and do not ever call your best friend Donkey or Gunther.
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