I Know You Stalk Me / Lady Gaga Update

Holy shitballs. I have officially realised that I have lots of people that stalk my blog. I just found an awesome site that I'm keeping all to myself and it tracks how many visits you've had from locations and just from the South Island I've had over 300 different visitors. That's more likely than not just people from Nelson... so... if you have anything to say to me you creepy people, I advise you to do now before I make a dramatic URL change and only tell people that I know and keep it a great big secret. I honestly don't like writing things when I know they're going to be read, it's weird and then I have to purposely not say things (which I assure you, I do) which is boring and annoying and then when I come back in like a year I'll look back and think "When the fuck..." and have no clue because I didn't blog it because creepy people read this.

All I have to say right now is that a certain CUNT can suck a big one, and yes that would be referring to my own, and this is so not something I'm going to get over.


Revenge is sweet...er.


Anyway, as positive as that's all been; guess I should make a daily report. Well, today I had a pretty lame day - to say the most, although to be honest, at the end of the day my lessons and work aren't that bad. It's just while I'm doing work, nothing seems worse because let's face it - I'm a lazy and pretty below-average student and I always struggle and no one ever cares about anything so it's just like... Fuck you. Well tbh, it's not like that at all. Especially not now. But whatevz, life goes on. Believe it or not. Actually you have to believe it. Unless you have a terminal illness. Hates it.

Anyway, as I recently Tweeted "Definitely gonna brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack these holidays!", and with that - I shall take off. THREE MORE DAYS UNTIL THE EASTER TWO WEEK HOLIDAYS BEGIN! I'm not touching any mo-fo Easter Eggs, because I haven't exercised in over a week and I'm (re)turning into a BFS. (Big Fat Slut, I won't be repeating that. Remember it.) Hates it. So... better get on the exercise bandwagon over the holidays because afterwards it's like officially winter and I'll be frozen, miserable and complaining EVERY day. So get excited. Looking forward to wearing winter uniform. As much as I love showing my fatty body, I much prefer to wrap it up with MANY layers and then I can pretend I'm skinny but actually be hiding a baby bump. By bump, I mean 9-month pregnancy. And by 9-month, I mean a baby elephant. And by baby... You get the point.

Anyway I looked DISGUSTING today, which was no change from the normal. I guess I shouldn't be so vain because it's pretty much a waste of time, well, if you're into that sort of mindset. Which I'm not. Still, the principle is relevant... in society. Holy fuck I just reached a new level of pointless rambling. Anyway, I have nothing else to do that's very exciting than trying to look acceptable each day, which usually I fail at - but it's the thought that counts. Right? Ugh, fuck up Joey. Bye.

P.S. Happy 24th Birthday Lady Gaga! LOVE YOU.

Love your Little Monster. xx