It has recently come to my attention that some people have blogs. Not one to be left behind, I created one in haste and so here you have it. My blog.
Only now does it occur to me that I have nothing to say here. So really, reading this has been a complete and utter waste of your time.
Here is something better to read:
And I didn't even make it up.
Actually, the real reason I have this blog at all is because I merely wanted to comment on someone else's blog, but NO! Can't leave a comment without logging in, can we? SOMEONE made their settings so that I had to have a blogger account! HMMMM. The snobby, elitist protocol of blogging aside, I thought I might as well make use of this webspace I brought into the world, so here it is.
This is the beginnings of something boring beyond all imagination. I can feel it in my bones.
posted by Ethan @ 9:45 am
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*plays tape recording of screaming beatles fans in the background*
We love you Ethan! *throws her knickers at you*
*punctuates this by slapping you across the face*
"What have you got?" Harry asked, pretending to be interested in what he knew would be a hand-me-down from one of the twins. Smiling, Ron produced a filthy, tattered old rag.
"Ron," said Hermione, "you are aware that that is a filthy, tattered old rag?" Ron stared blankly at Hermione, then to Harry, then to the rag.
"Aww blast!" Ron exclaimed. "Fred and George told me it was a magic carpet!" The look of bewilderment went and he went into a sulk for most of the journey. Hermione gave Ron a pitying look and then turned to face Harry.
*sigh*
lets make love.
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