Black coat, white shoes, black hat, cadillac yeah. The boy's a Time Bomb.
Tumblr was a bit like that hot babe you used to date. You used to thank the stars, even second-guess God on what his true intentions were to have granted you, the Hermes of all men, a go on the Aphrodite of all women. You'd break a sweat whenever you would get cosy in the stink-stained backseats of a Vue cinema where you payed an entire £8 to watch another shitty, substandard release. You would see all the other guys in the cinema break a sweat too when they caught a glimpse of your girl. Initial reactions tend to be along the lines of; ''yeahhhh baby.'' Eventually it comes to you that each one of those guys have probabaly had a go on this Bolivian Red Light District sitting right next to you. Probably, on the same seats you are sitting on too. You soon find that equilibrium babe; Blogspot/Blogger. She ain't too bad looking and carries out her god-given duties: bend over and shut up. Sorry, that'd be write and inform. Maybe entertain on rare occassions, like a blog is meant to. None of that fancy picture posting/funny captioning shit I left the old bitch for.
I'm still getting acquainted with my new girl, testing HTML this, trying line-spacing that (i'm more of a Microsoft Word 2000 sorta guy).
Not too bad starting. I might've possibly removed all chances of future reads from any Buttercup from Powerpuff Girls types (the ones that go under the trademark of 'feminists'). I also, evidently, seemed to have just made use of the word 'date' on this test drive. Ok, definitely not a good start..
Yours Truly
Cunt
♥
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