Bloglet No. 21

Well. Firstly, today, I read all of my little blog-lets that I wrote in the past few months. And now you will hear something you don't usually here from this lil' twit: I suck. First off, I am so contradictory. Secondly, well, the essays just plain sucked. Thirdly, they were about pointless issues. I actually got pretty depressed about it all after that. I came to the sad, sad realization that my writing has steadily been going down in a trickling stream of the opposite of improvement (for lack of better words). Then, I saw this incredibly (in a bad way) awful site owned by some 14-year-old skanky prep in North America who sleeps with a seventeen year old jock who drives a black Honda and is just MEAN. More so than me. Bitch prep kind of mean. Now that is mean. Ugh. My low self-esteem shot up to an unbelievable high and I started thinking of ways to diss her and laugh my head off at her attempts to justify herself. But then, suddenly, something just stopped me. The evil streak in me was simply... lost. I had no drive to go and provoke her. (Like Liane would say, go and be provocative in other words.) Five minutes of indescribable torture passed with no comment to pass at that little preppy nut job over there. And then, I came here to comment on her BAD-ness. Ugh. Where's that dictionary? So, yes. Go see Ms Jordan her Awfulness herself in person. (By the way, she thinks she's so pretty. I don't think she has a single mirror in her house. She should get out more. Also, Jordan is a guy's name. And she is too femme "fatale" to be a butch. So why Jordan?)