Ehhhhh I talk a lot.

Poe again! I've had several cases of n00b-ery over the past few days but because I jot them down the moment they happened, I forgot what happened. Thanks, brain, you really pull your own weight. Why do you keep remembering that time in elementary school when I naively told my mum a sex joke (it's okay, she didn't get it so I didn't get in trouble) but not the things I actually want to remember? Screw you and the monkey you rode in on.


Annnnnnyyy ways.


I sort of realized a few hours ago that I tend to ramble on and on.....and on when I describe anything. I look back on previous post I made to this blog and hang it all if not everyone of them are practically essays. I need a mute button. Or a limit to the amount of words I can use in a post.


Also, I make weird metaphors. If I ever say something that makes you go "Whhhhaaaaaaaat? What's this biotch been smoking and what is she trying to say?" please know that I did not intentionally do so. The fact that I sometimes confuse people and make no sense at all makes me madder than a bare-foot centipede standing on a hot rock.


In contradiction to my blathering self, you may have noticed that Connie has yet to say anything. I put the blame on myself since I actually have yet to get her email and invite her to be an author of the blog. Once I finally get off my ass and get it done, hopefully you'll be reading some deliciously cruel stories by Connie. We're like the Powerpuff Girls without the superpowers, being sisters, or being anything like the ppg. Connie's the mean one (in a cool way, not in a horrible way), Kiyo is the sweet one, and I'm the awesome one. (say awesome only because I have no other redeeming qualities)


I hope this post was shorter than my last spiel.


~ Poe


P.S. I'm going to start high-lighting my posts because I am an attention-whore. t(-_-t)  
Pfffft. No, actually I'm going to high-light mine so you can more easily tell if it's me or Kiyo or Connie posting. Cut down the confusion a smidgen.