Uh, Fail Blog.

Sooo... Basically, I pretty much completely fail at being a blogger, and never should have started this whole thing in the beginning, because I'm almost DESTINED to suck at it forever. Sucking forever doesn't sound pleasant... No, it sounds more like an angry badger attached to a chainsaw on meth, and gurgling water. 

Strangely, that's almost what my ADHD is like. Except for a few minor differences that we won't get into now.


Anyway. Back to my EPIC failure. At least I came up with an interesting name for it, right? Doesn't that at least count for SOMETHING?? O_o ......Yeah. I didn't think so. But, it was worth a shot.


I gotta say, really quickly, that typing with a brace on sucks big, hairy monkey ass. It's ever so much easier to write without wanting to stab the stupid thing with a spork every two seconds.


If wrist braces had eyeballs, the left one would be spork-stabbed. Hmmm.... Ninja Spork...

Hehe, I drew my spork!

Edit/Update: Getting Ramen noodle sauce is also fail. The end.
Update #2, much after the fact: WTF? Getting Ramen noodle sauce is also fail? WAS I HIGH?!?!

Ermhrm....

Allllllllrighty, then... Well, I must admit, that I am a tiny, eeny-weeny, tidbit too inebriated to be doing this right now... But honestly, it's probably the only way I'd ever start myself doing this. So ha, NEENER on you, and my apologies in advance.


So. This is my very first post.... and will most likely be filled with all sorts of random CRAP, but... I'm hyper. And inebriated. And I keep having to backspace and re-type half the stuff I'm writing. Feel lucky.... Feel VERY lucky... because that means you're obviously special somehow, since I rarely re-type anything for anyone.


I'd like to begin by introducing myself. I, am Tink. Yes... Tink. I have been called that since.. well, forever. It's the first real nickname I was ever given, and it has stuck with me (and mostly haunted me) ever since. 


42 PURPLE MONKEY SPERMS. 


That's right. You heard me... -_- And now you can't escape, because you're so enthralled with the previous sentence that you wanna know just where it is coming from, and why it has appeared on your screen.


Explanation: I felt like it, the end.


I'm not quite sure how to continue this. I have very little inspiration right now... Maybe you should ask questions? I'll answer... Uhhhhh.... Until then, I'll construct something that is a little less wasteful with your time.


It was nice meeting you, though! I will be back sometime soon with what I hope to be a decent post. Pardon my lack of entertainment skill due to.. well... me, and my inebriation.