The Freedom of the Social Food Chain

I love being unknown.(-Lie I hate being unknown. (-Another lie. I honestly dont adore the knowladge of being known as "You're smart, can I see your homework?" But then again, I'm against hatred. But. I'm saying this beacuse. No one besides myself is going to read this without my permission. I don't post this anywhere. And when I do, I disguise the link. and if I didn't hide the link.. .. Well, in all honestly, I wouldn't be worried at all. No one is going to care enough to read of what I have to say here. (or what I have to sing there.) (and if you, my loving audience of probably 1, don't know what I'm talking about. GETCHUR MIND OUTTA THE COKE CAN!) confessions009.blogspot.com Ta-Da. So I never worry that anyone who I wouldn't want to see this will see this. I love that feeling. So here friends, is a little updatio. So. Lone behold tis the day in which I've been writing on here more than I've been writing qoute unqoute, creativly. And lone behold I cannot seem to even it out. Some days I feel like just writing randomly. And some days i feel like writing poeticly. I cant help it. So, things are pretty much the same. Some links and names may have changed, but none were hurt in the making of this blog. exept for the names and links i didn't like, i hurt those links' feelings and i dont care, they are losers. So, Yea. Later myself. No one reads this :)

Thats okay. I dont need the words. I can hear the baseline from the outside of my ear.

There's a lot of things that i'm pretty sure most americans can do that i can't. ... (shut up jack.) Anyhow. Theres one thing that always bothers me. In-Ear Headphones. Its embarrasing, you know? you can't just wear them regularly, they dont stay. I was taught well. I know not to stick anything wider than my pinky in my ear. That still haunts me. This sounds bad. but. im afraid of putting them in my ears thats so.. *shutters* (then again. my mother also told me that fish sticks we're chicken so i would eat them.)((and i did refer to them as fish sticks)) Im starting to think that my ears are misshaped. Beacuse i always hear people complaining "My ears are too big!" "my ears are soo tiny!" mine are. shall i put it, just right. So maybe since the majority of the world have ear proportional issues, earphones aren't made for us normal people. Thats. about it. I haven't just, wrote, for a while. K. Later.

Ways to know an interview is whack.

So the other day, I was watching a commercail for a phone compony, who I wont name due to law issues. You know what, no one reads this, so what the heck. So they other day, i was watching a commercial for T MOBILE. [yea, you heard me T. MOBILE.] And they claimed they had an interview and asked customers and see what they wanted in a phone company. Did they think they could trick me? The interview, was whack. Heres why. A)Look at the camera angles. Its a freaking interview, they dont aim it from that high. Thats not normal. B) Interviews dont go into someones house, and especailly not into rooms where they do hobbys. [thats right, scrapbooking lady, i know your secret.] C) If they look like they're in the middle of something, like playing at band practice, or in the middle of a buisness meeting. Normal people dont intrude for an interview. D) If its so "random" why does everyone have such personallity answering the question? and why do they all have perfect skin, hair, and outfit. E) People dont answer surveys in puns. Saying "unlimited calls to the ladies" while in a geeky band outfit? that doesn't, that isn't. case closed.

If you've previously died, read the following to know your rights.

So today I was watching a game show as usual while having breakfast. A commercial comes on and says "If you have taken YAZ birth control and has suffered from one of the following: heart attack, stroke, cvt, or death you may have a claim!!" ...Hold up. "if YOU, have suffered from DEATH." Read that a few times. After the commercial listed all these, it gave a telephone number to call. That makes SO much sense. If I died from taking a birth control pill, then the first thing i would do is go call a lawyer. I just need to schedule it in with the funeral..being made into ashes..and going to heaven. Jesus won't mind if i have to "brb" fer a sec to go to court right? What's there to loose anyway, I'm dead. I love recalls.