Talking to yourself is already considered a bad sign, but when you personify it with little floating angels and devils does it become socially acceptable? Not in England. In moderate 'we're Christian but only when it suits us and especially not if we're hangin' with some fly hos' rural England it makes it much, much worse.
I had a blog planned earlier, but then my younger brother happened (again) and it was derailed in an argument over how I managed to have the audacity to leave him such a small amount of food, regardless of how much he had eaten at his girlfriend's house or how much he had eaten in town (not on his own money). Jocks are universally dickish it seems.
So instead you get a three paragraph special with some pretty (shoddy) pictures, and my word that I'll figure out what I'm doing with Wednesdays before "the worst day of the year for singletons". Which isn't actually Valentine's Day, but the immediate Saturday after it. There's nothing like a "50% off all Valentines Day Shit" sale to really jab the knife in.
Good Lord SR, listen to yourself XD
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