More of What Happens When You Click On "Next Blog"

Okay: is this in English? If it isn't--what is it?



I asked this person to marry me. Even if he or she--can't quite tell, don't exactly care--isn't interested, I already adore this blog.



The number-one reason why weird little girls should never be taught Javascripting. (Annoying, ain't it? I warned you.)



I'm starting to think that Asian youth may be singlehandedly responsible for the downfall of the written English language once and for all.



Because, see, all their blogs are written like this one...or this one...or this one...or...okay, you get the point.



Um...okay...eeeeeyeah. (Pretty pictures....of, welllllll.....)



Why I Stopped Being A Poet, Part 2: because when you're a poet, you talk like this.



Sometimes I think I'm a cranky, unpleasant sort of person. After reading this, I believe I will legally change my name to Happy C. Sunshine.



Finally, someone who understands the healing power of a yarn binge.