I'm sorry

This post is mostly for those who don't know much about me or haven't read other posts.
I just wanted to specify that while I don't always apologize for things, I do honestly care that I've done something offensive. I usually try to keep my mistakes in mind so I don't make them again, but if I come across as a bitch because I won't apologize, I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend, though I know that what I say can sometimes be offensive. I understand it if people are offended and I will try to remedy it somehow. I will not apologize, however, if someone tells me to because I do, occasionally, have the temper that matches my 12-year-old-boy-with-long-hair appearance.
I only bring this up because lately, my posts have been either incomprehensible or sexually-driven, and for that, I apologize. I'm not apologizing for my attitude at the time or the content of the posts, but that I shared them without considering how much others may be offended. I'll tone it down a little if I can. I know my readers (both of you that I know of anyway) and you're mature enough to handle the content, but I'm sorry anyway. I shouldn't have posted it without first thinking about what you expect to see on this blog. All I ask is that you forgive me for speaking like I have been instead of as the opinionated little bitch I am (and don't you dare chastise me for calling myself that).
And I'm sure at least one of you ("big brother", so to speak) would like to know what brought this on, but it's not hard to figure out. I'm alone and therefore not exposed to a certain environmental factor that alter my judgment. Instead of hot breath, I have hot bread. It's almost the same, only it's two letters off.

Happy Late Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is over where I am. It is now Black Friday! I shall celebrate it by staying home and laughing at people who are wasting their time and risking their lives over the newest toys and games at 10% off! It's so much fun. Maybe I'll visit somebody. Maybe I'll spend more time screaming my boyfriend's name? Who cares, honestly. It's my life after all. There you have it. Those are my Black Friday plans. Cyber Monday will be so much fun! Not that I'll shop. I reinterpret the "holiday" a little. I think that should be understood by all. If you're wondering why my posts on this blog and my other one make very little sense, it's because I have someone distracting me. With teeth. Though I still prefer werewolves to vampires. Especially the sparkly ones. What the hell is that about? Do the sweat heavily and it's more of a glistening? Speaking of sweating, I'm going to get off now and go to bed.

All Hail Me!

I have returned from the land of the dead! I return with greater health! I shall slay that flu one me at a time! In other words, I was sick for a while, then too lazy to tell everyone. Now I have nothing to say but to share my illness with everyone. And by Share My Illness, I don't mean that illness. I mean I want to share my opinion on getting sick. Obviously, I don't like it. I'm not a masochist, just a cannibal, got it? I want to say that I much prefer quick illnesses to the flu. Getting sick keeps me away from school and believe it or not, I like going to school. I get to cut things up. For money. Yeah. Anyway, on topic. I didn't get swine flu, at least, and dammit, it's swine flu and H1N1. Just cuz some idiots in Arkansas (not everyone there is an idiot, just a random state. It was most likely in Ohio) thought you could get it from eating pork doesn't mean I'ma call it something else. They called it swine flu, people, not pork flu. It's not Mad Cow Disease. Anyway, now I've got a cold, so I'm all sniffly and cute. Luckily, I know a great way to boost my immune system and he's waiting for me to post this.

The Low Road

This is my high road, obviously. I've just made a low road, for anything like, err, anything that doesn't go on here. It'll be my wutevs blog unlike my opinion blog, which is this one. It's probs not going to be popular, but this one's not so I don't care. Right now there's a wonderfully "philosophical" post there. Want to know where it is? I want to play a game. Most of this link is for this blog. One letter is for the other blog.
I hope this works: The Low Road
In my preview it looks like it works. If it doesn't, oh well, no flu off my swine.

Hrm...

I've not come up with something to post, but I had to post something or you'd all probs think I spontaneously combusted. I didn't. I'm alive and well. I haven't been doing a lot lately outside of homework and it's really tiresome. I'll have to do something. Jikei suggested dancing or painting. I'd rather dance, to be honest, but I don't really have the talent for either. I'd end up on my ass, half bleeding to death. For either of them, honestly. I'm not the most graceful person in the world. I should probs end this now and get some sleep. Just thought I'd publically thank Jikei for the suggestions. Anyone else have any suggestions? I've been putting off the music rant 'cuz I don't care. I have no opinion on it. That reminds me, a certain site suggested a band, Abney Park, in their sidebar. I must say, they are an interesting bunch.

Follower?

When did I get a follower?! Who are you?! (And how did you find such wonderful blogs as "Fuck You, Penguin"? I actually mean it IS a wonderful blog. I love it!). I don't really have much to say to anyone, especially not a random person I never met, but I guess you're okay.
In case anyone else reading this was wondering, I've been very busy with classes. Next year will be even harder with all the laws and such I'll have to remember about this field...
I should lengthen this post somehow. A picture or something.

There.

Discussion Time!

I figured by the success of the last discussion and its innuendos, I'd take the time to hear your opinions. Today, the opinion will be about safe sex. My opinion probably echoes most Americans'. If you haven't figured it out yet, I like sex (like most people), but I don't wanna get preggers. So if any of you ever end up with me, only one prick per rubber, please. I am picky, however, so that'll probably never happen. Got that? No fun-e binness.
Keep the conversation as clean as possible, please. I don't want it getting out of hand, so I will take out comments that offend me too much, kay? Sounds fair.