sometimes pants blogger is new worried about the mysterious volume of apparent views from russia and random middle eastern countries not that I don't love 713 (?) views from the motherland just blogger, are you drunk? Reader: Dear Mr. Snicket, What is the best way to keep a secret? Lemony Snicket: Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding. today was one of those good days that I want to remember and don't want to muck up with thoughts of the impending failure of my psych ap thus blogs oh the blogs that exist when I type on them and russian housemothers that do the reading of them oh the grammars I employ NONE OF THE PUNCTUATION except now it looks like i'm writing emotionally charged free verse but really I'm just scared of filling up all the white space over there now it's over here ew scary no! though quinlisk told me to stop writing poetry because I suck probably true but I wasn't actually writing about bees I promise I DIDN'T FUCKING MENTION BEES boy is afraid of bees and butterflies cute boy ugh no more returns its over. why am I writing? not because i'm sad at quinlisk, no! because, as mentioned, today. one of those days where you can listen to california gurls not once, nay, but TWICE! in addition to tswift (bridging on unironically! just kidding) and hall and oates and scatman john [but like not because you're upset and dancing to popular music is the only alternative to screaming,] rather this is the genuine need to dance like a crazy person because of adorable rompers and eighty degree weather and day fives and tall boys who write out "less than three." I ATE MEXICAN FOOD TONIGHT sometimes do you ever just want kfc like i'm a veggiemonster but they have chocolate cake and it just seems like cake chicken howdo??! chicken i have to pee topeka !!!!!!!!!!!