The Miseducation of A Mischief of Magpies
It became blindingly clear to me in an epiphany last night why Clairwil left this blog and said that it came to lack purpose.
This blog sucks.
It's full of a bunch of overeducated, apparently underemployed individuals who obviously have nothing better to do than write these ridiculously deep and cryptic blog entries, likely understandable only to their self-congratulatory persons.
I have taken it upon myself to hijack this blog and entertain you with my bi-monthly posts (which requirement now makes it feel like homework; thank you, Blog Nazi). People want to be able to empathize with what's going on, to be able to see some of themselves in your words. Quite frankly, no one empathizes with a snake that ate an alligator.
So I will explain to you all the art of ranting about the every day occurance. I will teach you about things that are random and therefore cool. I will teach you about what really matters in life, like all the wonderful things you can find at Sephora. Because, really, you are nothing without a really great bronzer.
Welcome to the dollhouse, baby. Kick off your shoes before you come in.