Frictional Blog 8 [The Smoke And Mirrors Edition]

BAAAMM!!!


This is a so totally random post.. Seriously.. Nothing can get any closer to randomness than this post..Just a quick update about what's going on my mind right now.. But before that, the clear any doubt that any of you have ever had on my truthfulness, here, let me tell you once again; I AM ONE OF THOSE FRICKING GUYS WHO FRICKING BELIEVE IN WHAT THEY FRICKING WROTE. Anything and everything that I am, was and will be writing here will be 100% true and 0% SMOKE AND MIRRORS. Booya. Now, no specific topics for this time, just a couple of paragraphs full of rants (and maybe brags, cause that's what I excel at).. So let's get it on!

So, if I'm not mistaken, to my knowledge there have been 5 constant readers of my blog.. Oh-kay, not really.. Is it? Here's the setlist.. First is an awesome New Zealander chick that I met on Facebook.. Oh wait, she's not a constant reader.. In fact, at the only time she read my blog, she was soooooo filled up with Jim Beam and Coke, so technically she hadn't read my blog.. Then we have 2 of my practicum mates.. And then we have a I-don't-give-a-damn-if-you-are-still-breathing-on-this-planet-or-if-you've-stopped-doing-so, backstabbing, facecrushing "friend" (repeat this phrase with a super-duper-ultra-hyper-mega-kilo-giga-tera tone of sarcasm) who I seriously could not care less about.. Which leads to the newest visitor of this nobody-gives-a-crap-about-the-existance-let-alone-wants-to-read blog.. MY FRICKING S.O BEST FRIEND. Ho. Ly. Shiznit. So now what? Should I throw a huge PIPEBOMB on her here? Let's see.. Should I complain about how I dislike the way she's calling me bro and inadvertently forcing me to call her sis? Or should I talk about how much I despise the way she let me go (she literally stabbed me right in the face! well, not really. oh-kay, she figuratively stabbed me right in my face)? Oh should I speak about how pathetic I am, keeping on giving her a huge amount of respect despite everything that she had put me through? Nahh, maybe I shouldn't be doing all that.. Oh wait, I just did? Oops. Here's to a burnt up friendship that I'll continue to salvage until the end! :)

And with that said, you might be wondering if she has learnt about my ridiculous crush on my 'sister'.. And yes, she has.. So what? You ain't gonna be hating me on that now, will you? Go on and choose any path that you desire - I won't stop you - and let me choose mine.. Don't get me wrong; I am not looking for another fight with you, I am just trying to make several things between us crystal clear. I am using this blog as a medium between me and myself, hence all these crappy words I used throughout it.. I cannot cope with all these voices in my head.. I let them speak themselves out HERE.. So please accept all the words that you read here very kindly, and please disregard any harsh comments that I have made on you or whoever else.. Now let us shut this stupid case close, and let's talk a bit about my sister.. Haha, she's being soooooo awesome that I couldn't stop respecting her for just being herself.. And that's the keyword; respect. Something that you can try asking for but you may never get it, unless you really deserve it.. And my sister deserves every ounce of respect that I am both showing to and hiding from her.. Haha.. And I am still sticking to the plan that I have (not really. oh-kay, let's use the word roughly here) roughly stated in the past couple of posts.. So go ahead, run and tell that, homeboy!

And I guess that's it for now.. Be sure to add me on Facebook to keep your butt up to date, as I'll notify you guys everytime I post a new monologue-ish composition here.. You can also add me on Twitter, though I rarely tweet.. And to my S.O best friend, although I would imaginatively bitchslap you for breaking my heart, I would like to thank you for being a good friend to me.. Until next time.. Make sure you'll be there.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoa whoa! Hold on! Suddenly something came up across my mind! What if my sister is actually reading this blog? I know she constantly tells me that she wouldn't because she doesn't really understand my Shakespeare-would-be-so-glad-that-he-died-before-he-gets-the-chance-to-read-it literature masterpiece here (hehe), but then again, you may never know.. One minute the sun shines bright, the next thunderstorm may blow you away.. One thing's for sure, if when she reads all this, I'm so totally dead. Oh-kay, that's all.. Until next time.. Make sure you'll be there.

9.9.2018