"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Says Juliet, to the creeper creeping outside of her balcony. I figured that while any other name would smell as sweet (or cynical), I ought to be honest about this whole business. Life does not laugh, it cackles. Whether it is good for you or me is another thing entirely. I'm also not very good with names. There were other names I could have done, you know.
The Chronicles of Chronicling Things. Memoirs of a Chocolate Eater. Confessions of an Odd (but in a good way) Person.
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Says Juliet, to the creeper creeping outside of her balcony. I figured that while any other name would smell as sweet (or cynical), I ought to be honest about this whole business. Life does not laugh, it cackles. Whether it is good for you or me is another thing entirely. I'm also not very good with names. There were other names I could have done, you know.
The Chronicles of Chronicling Things. Memoirs of a Chocolate Eater. Confessions of an Odd (but in a good way) Person.
Only that makes this to be out a lot grander than it is. Or funnier. I'm just mean or blunt and people think that's funny. It's really not though. On the internet, I'm as funny as the next person because on the internet, everyone lets out their crazy or at least, they try very, very hard. You see some of their attempts and think, "Oh, how cute. I remember when I tried to pull stuff like this."
Then you cover your face with your palms in horror because those were memories that you had not wanted to remember. Living through them was enough, really.
Oh gosh, the memories.
Then you cover your face with your palms in horror because those were memories that you had not wanted to remember. Living through them was enough, really.
Oh gosh, the memories.
Stop it. Stop it right this instance, dang you. Stop making me remember.
That is when you realize that life can be a never ending cycle of horrific flashbacks as you remember back to those times when you were young and stupid. It's then that you realize that you need to break this terrible cycle of cycling horror.
Which is why you come up with the great idea of forming a blog, where you can write this all out and hopefully just let it all go. Like Idina Menzel did that one time with that cold, snowy wasteland on the mountainside and the kingdom of isolation. Only, she had a break down that almost turned Kristen Bell into a popsicle, but it was ok because the enemy of my enemy is my friend. That was why Kristen Bell almost got murdered by Santino Fontana even though there was NO FORESHADOWING WHATSOEVER.
That movie, man. It was all over the place.
LIKE THIS BLOG. BUT LESS DISASTROUSLY OTHERWISE I WILL LOSE IT LIKE I KEEP LOSING MY PENCILS.
Over and over again without fail. It was the fairies, I swear. Or Life. Life is probably trying to teach me a lesson about why we should put our names on everything.
I need sleep.
Lots and lots of sleep.
That is when you realize that life can be a never ending cycle of horrific flashbacks as you remember back to those times when you were young and stupid. It's then that you realize that you need to break this terrible cycle of cycling horror.
Which is why you come up with the great idea of forming a blog, where you can write this all out and hopefully just let it all go. Like Idina Menzel did that one time with that cold, snowy wasteland on the mountainside and the kingdom of isolation. Only, she had a break down that almost turned Kristen Bell into a popsicle, but it was ok because the enemy of my enemy is my friend. That was why Kristen Bell almost got murdered by Santino Fontana even though there was NO FORESHADOWING WHATSOEVER.
That movie, man. It was all over the place.
LIKE THIS BLOG. BUT LESS DISASTROUSLY OTHERWISE I WILL LOSE IT LIKE I KEEP LOSING MY PENCILS.
Over and over again without fail. It was the fairies, I swear. Or Life. Life is probably trying to teach me a lesson about why we should put our names on everything.
I need sleep.
Lots and lots of sleep.
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