Anything for The Queen

It may not seem so to you. But yet again I feel as though my blog isn't zesty. Only this time its more than just blogging block. Its living block. My life keeps playing this yucky game of hide and seek. Bleh. ← That is how I feel in word form.

The most unfortunate part of this whole scenario is The Queen. I have upset her. I am aware that many of you readers fall upon my blog through mere happenstance. And a very slim number of homo sapiens actually read this blog for the pleasure of reading it. BUT The Queen is among the slim. So upsetting her is almost a sin.

So here we sit. The Queen and I. In our living room. Beside the twinkling pink of our Valentine's tree. I complaining (because that is one thing I excel at) and she pep talking. So this is my conclusion: I am conceited and seriously over estimate my writing abilities. And The Queen gives bull crap speeches for her own benefit. But a happy pair are we. Did I ever tell you I lucked out with bunkmates this year? Because absolutely love them I do!

Isn't it cool how I can blog about absolutely nothing? Yeah... test failed. But Nona I hope your pleased. And I love you a million yellow m&m's.