Hoo-whee! Ain’t this fancy? Migrating from Neocities to Nekoweb was already a doozy- but now I have my own Blogspot instead of… Whatever this was. Yikes! This seems a whole world better than my own shitty little pages. Is this cheating? Gee, I hope not!
I guess I ought to write about my life. So. That is what I am doing. Riiiiight. Now. Okay. Anywhoosies, it’s bring your mom to lunch day at my school. Which, is MEGA GAY because they never tell the students when any darn thing is happening, so I’ve gotta guess. Debate club is going well. I’m, like, super irked by all the cameras being put up everywhere. They’re as big as pie tins for Pete’s sake! I wonder what happened to make them need all those bells and whistles. Our old cameras were fine and they were the size of a softball.
I’ve been tracking my calories with some face-chat snap-tok app, which made me realize I eat like a hog. No wonder I’ve been putting on some weight! I should really get my hunting license and get my own food again. Or, in Latin, congregate mi vita. Mi vita is very messy right now, honestly. Not for any certain reason, I guess. I should watch more western films.
I hate the doggone hunting course. It is SO, SO GAY. Look at this bullcrap.
That is the face of a very insufferable and horrible man. Look at that. His lips are pressed together to refrain himself from saying some horrible douchebaggy thing like “hahaha look at you you dumb bitch wanna learn how to clean a gun, yo?” And his hands outstretched to make it seem like I am coming towards him and he’s welcoming me. I am not coming for him. He just looks like a tool.
Well, it’s nearing lunch time so I fancy finishing this up. What if I ended this like a letter? Would that be cool, or not? We’ll see!
Starting strong... Michael Banks.
