Short Skirts And Pretty Shoes


Yes, I'm a college graduate. My mother is so proud.

You know what is worse than sitting down at the computer and typing away madly, only to realise 600 words later that your fingers were NOT actually on the home row keys and you have typed 8 paragraphs of gibberish? It’s when you realise the gibberish is actually better than what you thought you were typing.

I decided to spare you all the crap I was going to write and decided to use this handy little blog generator I found.

OMFG! I just got slapped with a wet salmon – really! I have not updated since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died… you would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!

I am so busy with finding Jesus (after someone told me he was lost), selling my soul to Google, and just generally being a biatch to anyone unfortunate enough to cross my path. My days seem to involve the authorities from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies until I run out of alcohol. I am not complaining though. It will be fun fun fun till they take my T Bird away.

I swear on the bones of my ancestors I won’t blog until the next time booze prices go up and I have to get sober for a while. You have my word! This is for my ever faithful, devoted public.

short skirt, high heels, pretty shoes, nice legs

Ok, that sucked. I promise never to use a blog generator again. Here. Here's a picture of my shoes to make up for it.

I’m on vacation this week and I’m hoping that some R&R will help me find my motivation again so I can writes gooder. I bet you’re hoping the same thing.



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