I’ll put this here so every single person who feels like repeatedly asking these questions can be directed to this entry, and I don’t have to hear about it anymore. If you didn’t plan to ask any of these questions, you’re one of the inteligent minority.
- No, you can’t have a picture of me. If you’re so desperate to see what I look like, meet me in person.
- No, I don’t want a picture of you. I can’t see the thing anyway, and it’s probably been just a little falsified.
- No, you can’t make a bunch of cute little pictures for my blog. I don’t need them, and neither do you.
Did I miss any? Probably. When I get asked, it’ll go here. It’s common sense, mostly, true… but the average person tends to sleep through that class. Or skip it. Hey, sounds like my brother’s entire highschool career. Well, as close to a career as he’ll ever have anyway.
Okay, I think I explained myself clearly enough, in spite of my apparent need to digress a little and throw in a bitch about the waste of space that occupies the downstairs bedroom. Disagree with the answers? Well, if and when you get your own blog if you don’t have one already, you can bitch about that. Until then, suck it up, buttercup.
***DISCLAIMER***
This entry is not targetted at or about people named or nicknamed Buttercup. Unless you fall into the above criteria, at which point see my above response.