Real life justifcation

Once upon a time,

I woke up at a ridiculously early (see: reasonable) hour to go to an appointment with people to get my life sorted and stuff. It was good. I then went home and napped for four hours. That was much better. I was then woken up by my phone about people wanting me to work. That was both good and bad.

Shit, bruh, I should write more stuff.

I really should start blogging again regularly, I've forgotten how to use this site and the greater concern is I've forgotten how to write. I like to think once I had talent. Now my ironic use of chatspeak and bad grammer along with the occasional hashtag with snapchat and instagram I feel I am gradually being ruined.

WUT
WUT
WUT

Okay calm down, I'm going to be okay. I am adult. I am sorting stuff out and starting on Monday I am beginning a:
-No facebook
-Exercise for at least 30mins a day
-Journal or write every night 

But don't be scared my friends,
I will survive; I have to.
I just tried to spell 'survive' with an 'e' so I have to do this.
For the sake of my intergrity.
FOR ASGARD!

Aw man, I'll have to uninstall facebook from my phone and everything.
This is good, this entry has made me realise how terrible my spelling, grammar and writing ability has gotten without use.

Wish me luck.

Oh wait, does this count as journalling/writing?

Also, it's only Tuesday, what if I get bored and write before then on here?

Well shit.

Don't wish me luck TOO prematurely.


Peace, we out.
I have Skyrim to play :).

Marry me, Daenerys!

DRACONOS!

Last night I had the strangest dream.
Pretty sure I was Daenyrs. Which is awesome. She's the best.
I had tiny dragons that landed on my fingers and I was wondering if I should get them a cage, but a bird cage seemed stupid and someone was trying to steal my dragons... a cage seemed cruel to my super awesome dragon friends.

I would possibly share her with Karl Drogo because he's pretty boss.
Maybe.

Anyway. Last night I had a 'bit' of wine at a friend's house & ate everything in sight.

Isn't it stupid how your life could be falling apart and you worry about eating too much because fuck knows nobody wants to be with the fat one.
Yea, yeah.
Body image positive BS.

Really, we should be worrying about our image, because even with all the media telling people to be super hawt we have people draining the health system because they like cake a bit too much.

So if everyone was super fine with their image and the media made it seem like it was okay? Lord only knows I'd survive on a diet of cheese cake and zambraros. (Even more so than normal).

It's not okay to be BIG.
You die, yo.
Ain't nobody got time for that!

I watch Game of Thrones and I think 'wow, she's super cool, I want dragons, but goddam she's hawt. I want to be like that'.

I've dyed my hair blonde (see: raped the shit out of it with bleach), and I still think, man I want to be able to pull off leather rags and still look that good!

Million dollar idea:
Can we make the sexy leather armour look come in?
Imagine it. All these sexy boys in clothes that SCREAM "I'll kill a bear for you so we can feast and then fuck until everything hurts"
Is this not desirable?
Hellz yeah it is.
And for you lads, does the idea of a rustic, raw, trend where the girls aren't dressed up like cakes and instead look like awesome warrior maidens?

That would be awesome.
I hope some awesome fashion designer is trolling blogs for ideas because god knows I do not know how to sew or even how to go about DRAWING a realistic design for this. I'll try though, guise. Don't you worry about that.