I still don’t get why people wear those shirts that say “I love haters.” You know, if people didn’t even hate that person in the first place, I’m sure as heck they hate him now. Just go ahead and find that shirt in pink, that way you can still be hated by guys, yet still get sympathy from girls.
While writing this post, I enjoy looking over and seeing all of the categories that my blog’s subject fall into. There are about 8 and the ones that caught my eye were: religious apocalypse, Chef Boyardee, and ninja warrior. Gee, I write about some crazy stuff eh?
Anyways, it really sucks to be looking for jobs as a 15 year old. I made a list of possible things I could apply for or even just ways to make money. I crossed out any that were too unreasonable, but it still came down to becoming a pianist in J.C. Penny’s, invest in stock, babysitting (I did hear about that movie where this one girl babysits some kids and they ended up being satanic worshipers and using her as a sacrifice, but if the pays doubled….we’ll talk), and finally the last job not crossed out was in fact, joining the circus. ( I’m sure almost every one of you got a kick out of that, always telling me I should be in the circus and all. Har har har, so hilarious.)
