Trivial Pursuit...

Of all the trivial things to start a blog with, I think I'm about to take the cake. Should I get a facebook?

Okay so I've been asking myself this a lot lately because it seems the whole fucking world has one. But I don't want one! I really am content with myspace... it's practically facebook now anyway, but all my friends and even my boyfriend are now relying on facbook rather than myspace to communicate with everyone. My dad [who has facebook] knows what my boyfriend is doing more often than I do. But it seems to me like facebook stalking could be a very awkward thing. I mean, it's harder to find people on myspace than on facebook. And those people from years ago that your glad you have forgotten, can locate you quickly and easily if they so choose. And if you deny them, well that just shows what you think about them really... and in a worl were being two-faced often pays off, I don't like that.
I mean what if my ex-best friend from primary school decided to add me?

If I deny her, chances are she'll go tell her mother who happens to be one of my mothers closest friends. Then all hell breaks loose and I get accused of being petty and holding grudges. Both might be true, but I get enough shit for that as it is. I don't want her to add me. I don't want to talk to her. But chaces are on the face-space that our paths may cross and we would feel OBLIGATED to talk to each other.
It's the polite thing to do.

I like myspace because it doesn't tell you who you know and only recently started asking me if 'I think I know this person'.

Or maybe I'm reading to much into this...

Probably the latter.


Next on my agender is ART WANK!!!!!
Art wank: This is the way people writing things in a way that is forced artsy. Like they sit there and think for an age about the most interesting and post modern way to say "I hate men, they fucking suck."

>__<

I hate it when you see these blogs and you can barely read them for the melodramatic emo poetry that discribes there life. "I sat on the sofa. It was soft and red and seemed to comfot me in these dark times. I don't know why I send these signals to men, to taunt, to tease. I feel so alone, like my heart has been ripped out and slowly crushed. Please, darkness, carry me away on a star or a cloud to a place where suffering exits no more!"
>__>

Hows about we write like real people instead of sudo intellectuals?

"He dumped me! What a fucker... think I'll go cut myself ASAP!"

<__<
Finally and probably more importantly than all the other rubbish I spill golly gosh it's my siblings birthday tomorrow and I doubt I'll even get to see her and I don't have money for a present. I am helping The Boyfriend move house tomorrow and it seems he'd like that to get done in the afternoon. YAY! RIGHT WHEN SHE FINISHES SCHOOL!!!!
- ___ -"
I want to get her a box of cupcakes, [which I will then force her to share] but with my budget as follows good fucking luck. I doubt I'll be able to even eat this week.

:::
$160 earth dollars
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$50 earth dollars for the parental units.
That there leaves me with a whole $110 earth dollars.

Then you should probably set aside $8 per day for public transportation. FUCK TRANSPERTH!
so like...
that's 16..
then like...
24...
so yeah around $24.

O__o
um so yes. that's the rest I have to play with and I'ma need a new sookie stackhouse novel and money for applying to WAPAA.
FAIL!


Speaking of which, I haven't started my application yet because it's impossible without the photo's.
Oh yeah... photo's... $20.

=[

fail fail fail fail.



ANYWAY,
Should probably go to bed as The Boyfriend is already asleep.


He doesn't like sleeping alone.
=]


*dances* He loves me ^^
lol



Okay, END GAME!


That's all she wrote.

- Miss Bailey
Xx