Writing this on my phone. Gandhi. I love smart phones.
But now I can blog whenever. Woooo. Bloggin' on the go. Except not really at all. Just, in bed. Or on the couch. Maybe even at school. *gasp* dun dun dun.
That last one is highly unlikely due to the lack of wi-fi in school outside the music room. Blerfgwhyiseverythingonlandlineblerfg.
Oh well. Must return to reading Grimm Fairytales, the less child friendly version, in whih the Prince impregnates Briar Rose before she wakes from her hundred year long nap. Seems like kiss meant a whole lot more in those days.
Slan go foill, mo bheacain beag.
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