Here is a pointless and irrelevant song lyric.

Here is a very long paragraph sans the appropriate number of commas.
It might be about myself or my tiny quirks/flaws. It might also be about a movie or book or something
Maybe it is about Joey Comeau! I wish I was on Livejournal so I could write that in sparkle letters.

This post seems cheery and mundane because it's about how I like typewriters and don't like spiders and oh little sister you do make me laugh.
And yet now it is about how I never get any sleep. Damn you little sister.

Now it's about a dream I had while not sleeping. Cats were stuffed down somebody's dress and my tall generic male friend was smoking cigarettes in a trenchcoat and there were pickled babies everywhere and it was tragically beautiful in a way that makes no sense.

I am so not gay for the ladies. Why does everyone think I'm a lesbian anyway?
BTW my desktop picture is always a scantily clad girl. Always.

Sex sex sex sex beer beer smoking is so cool sex sex boys la de da dededemandez Jack.

I finished my 28375034968097th novel today but I dropped it in a puddle on the way to uni which incidentally is a drain on my soul because everyone has silly accents and none of the boys like football. I pondered the philosophical nature of this occurrence before I remembered my shitty ex-boyfriend who I am so over no doubt about that but I still wish I had stolen more from him.
Sputnik is a word I now use because it is Russian and I love Russians. Especially my imaginary son Dmitri who I will never have because I'm scared of men and babies in pickle jars.

gggggggggg
little sister get off my keyboard.

The 22nd of July is somehow relevant though I can't actually remember why so better be vague about it.
You know what happened on the 30th of July though? No you don't because you were not paying attention and you never hear me complaining. Except last year I complained a lot then. The end.

The End.