Picture the scene: After sleeping all day, I woke up to a lot more darkness than I was anticipating. I was walking through the house wondering why it was so fucking dark when I see a dimly lit face, I immediately think lesbian vampire assassin so i hurriedly rush( redundance is my favorite dance) to the light switches so I may see my killer/lez lover/eater (Same thing). Wait don't stop picturing. I fumble with the switches, they're only three and i some how only manage to flip the wrong two like four times when suddenly a familiar voice sounds out from the abyss and says "There's only three! How have you not gotten it yet?"
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| I hope I have not offended any lesbian, vampire, or bearded readers I may but probs don't have |
You can imagine my utter surprise when i realized that it was not a vampire lesbian sent to kill me but, DUN DUN DUN
"Becca?!"
duh.
"I thought you where a vampire lesbian sent to kill me. Omg I'm gonna go blog this."
THE END.
I am sorry for making you read that. I'm on a mission to blog more which will result in much short and bullshittier posts.
