Sooo Sick of Blogs!

I'm just wondering; did I delete all my older posts? Wow, talk about needing a hobby.

For the past two days I've been having these really sick dreams.

The first night, I dreamt someone called me on my iPad(yeah, I wish I had one) via FaceTime. It was someone I once knew, a person I would gladly call WhiteJerker. :-)

Needless to say, even my dream-self was sort of a bitch. I hung up on him, and the feeling I had after that was sinfully delicious.

Anyway...

There's absolutely nothing to blog about. I could totally dramatise my whole life, and make it into a novel, which would be [sort of] fictitious. You know what? I'll do that.

So sick of reading blogs about people's boring lives, including my own!