Fuck You And Your Words.

That's all I said last night while trying to do a crossword puzzle on my phone.
I put it in challenge mode, which meant I played against a computer.

Here's a piece of advice: Never play against a computer. YOU WILL LOSE.

That motherfucker, whose name was ISAAC, said shit like, "rampant" and "evacuee".
THE FUCK, DUDE.

I hate crosswords, yet I love them so.
My mom got me a book of crosswords for Christmas.
I hardly know any answers, yet I keep trying...

Crossword puzzles really make me feel stupid.
I know I'm smart.
But shit, I am just not that smart.

It hurts my feelings a little.



I also had a dream last night that the Queen of England read something I had written, thought it was hysterical, and told me to quit college so I could go on a book tour with her.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
It might be unlikely...

BUT WHERE THE EFF IS THE PERSON WHO IS SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT TO ME?!
AM I NOT A GOOD WRITER?!
::curses heavens::

Nevermind.
College is for cool people.
I better stay where I'm at, cuz I'm definitely lacking in the cool spectrum of things.

Speaking of cool...
IT IS FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE.
WINTER CAN GO HAVE SEX WITH ITSELF AND NEVER COME BACK.

::grumbles::

I am moving to New Mexico, and that's just fucking final.

Hmmm.
I suppose I'm kind of feeling a little hormonal.
I use the word fuck a lot when I'm feeling a little hormonal.


I broke a nail the other day.
Yep.
Put together a computer, hooked it up, got it running smoothly... and broke a fucking nail.
Mom yelled, of course. If she didn't yell, I would've been frightened.
Apparently, you're not supposed to put things together so quickly in a 20 minute time. No. You're supposed to be DONE.

WELL DAMN, MOM. I'M NOT SPEEDY GONZALES, OKAY?!

Anyway.
I'm quite happy, because they're getting fixed today.
Ohhhh, happy day. Oh happy day...

I wrote this entire blog sitting in a towel.
Is it nice to know that someone was practically naked while writing this?
I think it's nice to know.

I mean, I like to know when people are naked.