*RANT OVER*
So yeah, it's been a while since I dabbled in this blog but remember I'm a uni student; it means I'm busy picking dirt out of my nails and flossing out my bellybutton and pursuing clothes online like a hungry pervert but AHH those clothes may enter a virtual shopping basket but will never make it to my front door cause I always act like I'm some skint-to-the-teeth Paki (I am but I gotta flash some cash to get some ass, you get me?)
But the reality, and this is something you know deep down - buying some shoes that show even a bit of toe in a peep toe is kinda like feets porn cause you're trying to pretty them up in some foot cleavage shoe - you get me? Shopping to pretty your feets up is NAUGHTY AND TOTES HARAAM and attracts the perverts (me). I don't even like feet so I don't even know why I bother looking at sandals let alone anyone else's - I suffer from podophobia; the phobia of feet. So this paragraph that I've stupidly taken time to write is irrelevant. I'M WELL CLEVER - INNIT?
But anyways back to the point - I'm a uni student; it is my right to procrastinate and moan over how a dissertation is so hard to write and that I've got a 'writer's block' and oh 'why did I choose such a discerning subject about the dissent aggravation of Muslim women in the Western media' oh BOO HOO, HAW HAW. In reality, I should've just shut up and got on with it in January when I had the chance, but why be clever when you can be annoying, eh?
There's only 10 days left til the deadline - AH FUCK IT I don't wanna talk about it, typing of its existence is already sending off panic alarms in my head.
You must be thinking this is erratic writing behaviour, so that this is expected of me in my wank blogs. NO. There is no coffee involved or tea, or weed or madman music, it is just a whirlwind of events that have given me ups and downs and round and rounds and I hate the fact that I didn't enjoy taking them in my stride but instead halting and trying to clear things up. After 25th April, I become a child pushed into the professional adult working world and it will take time for me to find my feet and settle into a job with a high salary and whatnot. Then there's the chitter chatter about my brother's wedding and it's like OMG FFS STFU I don't like my outfits, oh this doesn't look nice it doesn't go with the wedding theme - I don't need this, I am too busy faking to do my studies on my computer whilst perving on some dank looking girls that went to my old school that are now pregnant or with some doofus working in MacDonalds and shit and thinking wow their lives are so interesting, let me go onto another Facebook page and find out more about them and their blossoming relationship - oo girl that's him? He gonna leave your ass for a black girl I am telling youuuu, lalalalalalalalaaaaa - - -
NOTE: Paragraph heavily laced with rampant sarcasm and with little or no sense of direction in terms of information. Could be classified as another rant.
OI listen to this song yeah, its like my fucking favourite. Yes I said fucking, what does fucking mean? To me it just sounds like duck, like ducking and you can easily get away with saying ducking - UGHH ALLOW IT, just listen to April March, it's a classic. Keep posted, I'll probably put up another post in a years time and tell you I'm pregnant with an immigrants child or something.
