Sometimes I just have no idea what I want to blog about, but I have this feeling like I just oughta blog, ya know? So here's how it's going to be. I'm going to set a timer for five minutes and type like a mad woman. It should be entertaining right? Or just really lame. Probably lame.
Five minutes. Ready, GO!
Somedays I feel like I've reached my peak coolness. Like, right now, at this very moment, I am the absolute coolest I've ever been in my whole life. But then I go and do something silly like waste a bunch of time looking at the stupid explore tab on instagram. That tab is sacred and holy. I can't think of a place that gives me more of a broken heart and contrite spirit than that explore tab. Haha, just kidding, please don't strike me with lightning right now for being grossly sacrilegious. But what I'm getting at is that some of those pictures are borderline works of art. And I'm supposed to believe that it's a glimpse into their real life? I'm sorry, but real life is when you have your hair up in the same braid + ponytail you wore yesterday and there's a little smear of yellow on your shirt that may or may not have originated from the rear end of your five month old. But who's asking?
So, when I'm judging things on a scale of likes and comments, I'm definitely not cool. But then I'll go a few hours without looking at that stupid instagram and I'll have a moment where I'm like, "DAaaang girl, you're so cool." And usually what makes me feel cool is that I made Jon or Sheriff laugh. Or that I made myself laugh. I do that quite often.
Time is UP.
Here is a cool picture I found that I liked.