For some reason, whenever I'm on my blog, if I go into my edit tab or try to paste something, it creates this fake box below my actual fucking post, and posts whatever I wanted to post in there. It's fucking retarded. YOU HEAR ME, BLOGGER? FUCKING RETARDED. RETARDED LIKE THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER RETARDED.

I'm not really that mad. Although I could be, if you wanted me to be. I could be anything you'd like, darlin'. Anything. 

Now let's try this again:

Nope. Didn't work. Idiotic. 

Time to type out this link all by myself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8SfL1qXa_A

I'm so cool. I'm good at math. If I had the algorithm length and the full list of characters YouTube uses in their link, along with any rules (such as not having _ after the =), I could calculate the number of possible link combinations in their website. I bet it's pretty damn large.

But where I was going with this: I'm linking that here, because I love that song. And because if you look at my status updates in Facebook for the past week or so, they're almost ALL links to something on YouTube.

I like how our conversations never feel like they end in closure. They just sort of set sail dead East on an older Earth, and drop into space once they've reached the edge. That, or one of those green sea monsters grabs hold and sinks us to the bottom. 

Despite everything I say about my mother, I love her dearly. And always will. 

I like how Priceline requires you to mash your button while clicking on the "Search" tab or whatever it's called. It's like they think you're about to fuck up your family's vacation, so they require two soft clicks. Just to make sure you're positive on the dates and location. I wonder how many elderly people click it once and then sit there watching the screen. Oh, joy.

Late July, please come sooner.

And now I know 

what it's all about.

Scooters. Vacation. Fall.

Edit:

Maybe I should add something cool to the end of each blog. Like this:

Unrealistic : A god that cares more about intervening with your Math grade, random Christian boy from the United States, than he does with the millions of people suffering elsewhere. 

Realistic : A god that simply doesn't care at all. (Which is not a negative quality, in my eyes.)