This is seriously the weirdest night of my life. I’m making pasta, and an ex of mine kept on flattering me a few days back. How could anyone ask or tell me to tell them how blogs make them feel? Um, excuse me. Excuse my French, but Hell no. No ex of mine flatters me after putting me through the same hellfire and stuff. Oh yeah, it’s weirder than ever.
IF I’m not cool, I’m not hot. But this blog is not for flattering mouths of babes to sit there and say that “You’re a good writer.” Heck, yeah.