I wanted a blog too.
Why? Why would you want to contribute to the already-exploding blogging community that some seventy-year-old assholes who've only now discovered the internet are just catching onto?
I have shit to say. For example, today I got so excited about moving to Boston that I spent 24 dollars on Walmart.com on a set of 200-count sheets for my boyfriend and I's new apartment and a set for our roommate Andrew. It was then that I realized, we all already have sheets, and I just spent 24 fucking dollars on cheap sheets made by Taiwanese children who probably lost fingers making them.
I'm also pretty sure our apartment was such a deal because nobody had heard of the listing because it was new. And I'm pretty sure it was new because the guy living in it got arrested for class D possession of drugs and intent to sell. Ha, ha.
If I have to explain to one more fucking person that Megabucks is gone and it is now a two-dollar ripoff of Powerball, I will jam their fucking elderly, rural crumpled-up dollars up their elderly, rural crumpled-up assholes.
That is all.
