No questions or comments today? Come on, people, this blog is about community,and friendship, and butts.
Hokay then. Well, we can now say, with much enthusiasm, that we happen to have TWO WHOLE FOLLOWERS!
Okay, remember to send your questions, stories, pictures, jokes, videos etc. to firstname.lastname@example.org
We’ve officially decided that we are going to have contests. It’ll be like, comment your answer, send me a pic of this, etc., and for now, the prize will be…
A BLOG POST ON THE TOPIC OF YOUR CHOICE!
Today’s contest (entries due by Monday at 3:18 pm) is…
Send a message to email@example.com with the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you (Yes, this is a Halloween theme, which you’ll see a lot of, since Halloween is second only to my birthday on my list of favorite Holidays). I will read all entries and decide a winner and a first runner-up.
Winner gets to pick the topic of my next blog (That will be the Tuesday blog post)
Runner-up gets to pick…the title of my blog post. (Make it amusing, this is for Tuesday)
So that we’re sure we have all of our chinchillas in a running wheel, send a topic and a title with your entry, that way, the winner already has all I need sent to me.
This song was recommended by…ANA IFKEWITSCH!!!
TOPIC OF THE DAY!!!!!
No, really though, I’m not.
This is not me:
Moving right along now. Here’s the story. I was sick on Monday, and I’ve been eating like a crazy person. Like legitly, I eat…ALL. THE. TIME.
Would I lie to you?
Let’s move on before you’re offended, but I’m being legit right now. I eat so much recently, and that’s not cute if you’re not a stick.
I’m not a stick.
Okay, so the eating, the sickness, the weight gain, it’s obvious what happened, right?
I’m gonna have a kid, except, no, no, no no no, no I’m not.
This will not be me:
So, everyone is like, hmmm. Then, I decide to play along, which makes it worse.
Also, I kind of found out a few of the people that are my true friends and would stick by me (Dawww, Anthony), and the ones who wouldn’t (*HEMHEM*, Kade!)
But now I feel super-bad about the entire scandal, so I’m coming out.
By that I mean, out of the false-pregnany closet.
I swear I’m straight.
Though I have experimented a little bit.
Moving along… Ohh, you don’t come back from that, do you? Everyone is just sitting around either going:
“I totally knew it!”
“Maybe Telea will start hitting on me.”
STOP WITH THE JUDGEMENT!
In conclusion, rumors spread fast, they can hurt people, or they can reveal who’s there for you.