Don't you think it's weird that... (Part I)

Don't you think it's weird how we always need something to read on holiday? Do you want to sit on the beach, go for a swim, walk the streets of Paris? No. I want to read the prequel to The Devil Wears Prada.

This is Blogger, not MySpace.

I don't care if you're in a relationship with a goat, let alone another one of those chromosome-challenged numbnuts from the comprehensive down the road.
I don't care if you're trying to bless my with an imaginary fairy. In fact, it kind of pisses me off.
And I really don't care if you're adopting a lonely cow or making ratatouille.
BLOG ABOUT SOMETHING THAT INTERESTS PEOPLE, DAMNIT! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

I just realized all my posts were nothing but Formspring!

The shock of it!
These people at Formspring.me are trying to drag me away from my Blogger account so they can take it over and plague it with ugly, short posts about boys I haven't kissed and movies I haven't seen... Gah!
So, I'm back to my cynical self, to praise the things I like (Covent Garden, Twitter, Starbucks, Johnny Depp, Art Nouveau and Banksy), and crush everything else. Mwahaha!
>:3

You know that kid, Ina, what do you think of her?

I find her a bit irritating after a while, but at least she's keen. As I said she was irritating I'm not putting this on Facebook.

Go for your life n.n

what have you done with your hair?

I've dyed it... Do you like it? :)

Go for your life n.n

Do you think that Harry Adams should stop whining and suck it up?

TWSS... Is this Über? ;D xxx

Go for your life n.n

What one thing are you exceptionally good at?

If I do say so myself, making brownies and tanning on the bach :D

Go for your life n.n