Feelin' the blogging love

Disclaimer: This blog post contains nothing of any worth, and may be a large waste of your time.  If you hope for the superpower to read minds, then this is your lucky chance to read mine, but if not, don't say I didn't tell you so.

You know, nobody blogs anymore so that's awesome.
But most of the time I like things better when I'm the only one doing it...
like being in love with Robin Hood
or reading Science Fiction.
But secretly I still love Jane Austin and Charlotte Bronte.
Truthfully, I'm not one who just types on the internet like I'm talking to a friend.
But mostly today I just need a friend.
Unfortunately today, these keys have fallen victim to my thoughtful fingers
because my typewriter has lost its spring for the day.
AKA my power socket in my room blew out.
Is it time to change?
I keep changing but I'm the same person.
Really though.
Changing is who I am.
Change is my personality.
But don't go around selling polaroid film for less than $50
because I'm all out of cash and I wish I could carelessly squander my money
like some sort of pop-hipster-billionaire who wishes she was somebody she isn't.
You can just forget about that last post.
That was a bunch of....crap and I think I ate too many Lindt truffles.
(Let me just say, the peanut butter are divine. Right up there next to dark chocolate)
It is untrue that I hate boys
and it is untrue that I hate my flip phone.
Two very comparable subjects, but I
Won't get into that.
I have these dimples on my cheeks that really make me look like I have
cellulite on my face, because they are in every odd nook and cranny, and the one on my little cheek that most people say is cute, isn't deep enough to be cute, so it just looks like a chubby cheek, and the ones near my lips look like somebody stabbed me with a pen, and the ones under my eyes are just very odd.
It's really a challenge to smile at everyone, when every time you smile,
you look like a walking blob of cellulite.
This is getting a little long, but I might as well tell you that I'm into skulls and gold.
Gold may positively correlate with skulls, but don't confuse correlation with causation.
Sometimes I wonder what it would take to pop this bubble.
But really, are cello players more flexible than the other string players?
And I like hawaiian tourist shirts in the winter.