Procrastinating.

I'm pretty much the funniest person in the world, I've decided. I was reading through some of my old blogs, having neglected this thing for awhile, and they're so damn funny. Somebody should pay me for being so entertaining. But I suppose that's what the government does with youth allowance, they give me money so I don't have to work, and then I can spend that time being utterly hilarious. Aren't you glad you're a taxpayer!

I'm not so insightful lately, and am generally too precoccupied with other things to concentrate on being fantastically funny. Instead, I leave you with my most recent complaints, which actually are incredibly treachereous and not funny at all.

Being me is so difficult. I want longer nails, and they fucking won't grow. Well they do, but very slowly. And today I broke a nail, I don't even know how it happened, but now I have to grow it all over again.
I also want longer hair. Why is it that it never seems to get any longer, but it always has regrowth! Life sucks.