"This is all very well and good," I reply, "But I have nothing to post. Maybe they will just, like, get over it?"
"No," says my intuition, "They will run and hide a million miles away from you and your opinions about Paper Towns by John Green."
"Very well," I say, "Here are some more pictures of my nephews. I shall even caption them lolcat-style so as to make them mildly humorous."
My intuition finds this only marginally better, but stays sullenly silent.
I has a perturbed
Ready to nom in 3...2...1...
I has teh remote!!1! U not be taken' mah remote!11!~1
Okay so that last one wasn't exactly lolcat style. But you can't deny its humour-value. (Notice his finger, all you glasses-wearing, I-don't-know-why-the-little-boy-is-swearing-at-me people. Honestly you guys should all be rounded up and gassed or something.)
It is at this point in the blog that my intuition *tisk*s loudly and walks out, slamming the door. ("Inappropriately humorous parentheses?! I hope your grandmother dies of liver disease!")
Well too bad Mister In-tue-ish-han! I don't have any grandmothers left - cancer and pneumonia!
Rohan -1 Intuition - 0
Also I have what amounts to a job interview on tomorrow aka today. Hopefully they don't read this blog before interviewing me.
"Oh you've come crawling back now have you..?"
Wish me luck!