Sometimes when I am writing a new post I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and wonder what the fuck I’m even talking about. What genre is this? I would say comedy but then again I don’t want to seem cocky and I don’t even know if people understand my humour. I would also say it’s relatable, but then again that’s hardly a fucking genre and I also might just be fucking weird and therefore it isn’t relatable. So I thought I would make this post about what I think my blog is about just to clear things up for everyone, despite the fact I don’t even know the answer myself. Maybe someone can help me out?
|1. A Blonde Bitch Wrote It|
2. “Should I be laughing?”
3. Where was the need?
4. Fair play I guess
A Blonde Bitch Wrote It
This is quite a good description and really speaks volumes because it is so accurate. Now I’m not saying that it’s just dumb content (sorry to go off stereotypes but bear with me), but I quite literally am a blonde bitch (see! It’s just self-deprecation). And I love that for me, I really do, but then again it really shows. Don’t get me wrong, not all blonde people are dumb, but I certainly am. Well, not dumb as in uneducated, but dumb as in I say the most random stuff and am confused about a lot of stuff. Do you get what I mean? I do well in school but I’m just daft and gullible… Just go watch legally blonde for fuck sake, it’s accurate enough (at the start). So basically my blog just costs you a few brain cells for every post, no biggy.
“Should I Be Laughing?”
Ah, yes, a perfect way to think about my blog. This is where you read my post and think to yourself “should I be laughing or calling for help?” because I like to use humour as a coping mechanism which doesn’t always execute well on text, but trust me you would be pissing yourself in real life (well…). Honestly, though, I think everyone reading this can understand and might choose to compromise and laugh while you cry. It’s a good feeling. Don’t worry about me though guys because I am totally fine and there is nothing to worry about 😐 Nothing at all :):
Where Was The Need
I ask myself this every day because it’s completely valid. Why the fuck did I just have to write a fucking essay type post on the reasons I don’t get the Guinness Book of World Records or discuss my opinions on newborns? Who really gives a shit? Well, I suppose at least 314 (followers=legends). Not to toot my own horn or anything but I suppose it’s entertainment at its finest. It’s mind-numbing information, yet you are reading it so you feel less lazy than if you were watching a video. Shoutout to all those people trying to read more for their new year’s resolution, one more day in the bag yeeeooo
I also feel as though this subheading also refers to how I type like I talk. Like I literally add in things that I could pretty much erase and write in a better way but then I’ll be like “fuck it” and then make fun of myself for it in the next sentence. My English teacher would be rolling in her grave right now but whom gives a shit
Fair Play I Guess
Lastly (unless I think of anymore), I am not too proud to admit that my blog is pretty fucking embarrassing and honestly might share a bit too much information. Not in an age-rating type of way, but as in ‘if my councillor found this I would be given a few extra appointments’ type shit. But that is what I planned to do from the very start because I see so many people out there who will hide all that and then when they talk about it they make it quite a formal and awkward situation (for me anyway. I guess it depends who you are as a person) which I don’t really like. I wanted this to kind of make light of it, but like not make it seem any less important, but like to make it seem more approachable.
Literally, I just got all soppy there but do you get me? I want this to feel safe for everyone. So yeah, people reading this might think I am a fucking nutjob for saying and thinking all these things but, in the words of Louie Spence, “I’ve done it now, it’s too bleedin’ late. What are they gonna do? What’s gonna happen? They gonna shoot me? I doubt. They’d have to catch me first, I’m like a whippet”
Anyway, that is it for me today, but if you have any other way to describe my blog please do feel free to comment, as long as it isn’t anything bad because I swear to god I will cry. But in all honesty, jokes aside, I really appreciate every single one of you and my favourite part of the day is reading your comments. So thank you again, don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe for more. I hope you have a great day, stay safe and stay yourself PERIODT.
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