Before we got real brains, my sister and I always thought we were way cooler than we ever were. So it eventually becomes painfully and awkwardly embarrassing when we look through old notebooks or do a hardcore room-clean. I’m cleaning out my sister’s stuff from my (new) room and I found a huge stack of notebooks.
Just now, something fell out of one. I was going to type it up here because it’s about my pets and completely stupid and hilarious if you know who they are and it’s 12:48 am.
…..But in an even more recent just-now, I realized how absolutely dumb it would be if I posted it here. The key phrase being: “it’s about my pets and completely stupid and hilarious if you know who they are and it’s 12:48 am.”
Now, the majority of the world’s population does not know who my sister is, and only my immediate family knows my pet history. And it’s more likely than not that no one will read my blog at 12:48 am. Therefore, it won’t be funny or amusing in any sense at all.
So yeah. Blog fail?