Don't Ask My Opinion. Please?

Ok, imagine a girl called (for the sake of this post) Penelope. She likes this guy name, Pepe. Pepe is a musclebound, nice guy, but somewhat shady character when it comes to women. His ex-girlfriend, Perfume, has been texting and messaging Penelope nonstop trashing her, and saying how Pepe still goes for the gold between her legs. Penelope asks me for advice, but quite honestly, I don't want her to be with Pepe, cause he's a shady guy when it comes to girls. Penelope is a sweet, innocent girl. But what do I say? I tell Penelope to go with her gut (which she says is a bad guy) and ask herself if all this drama is worth it. Does Penelope take my advice? Basically no. Then why did she even ask me? Stuff like that pisses me off. I don't care what Penelope does now. If Penelope wants to be with a guy that will eventually cheat on her, then i'll let Penelope go ahead. Why are the pretty ones the ones that make the worst decisions?

A Public Diary

I was reading all of Brian's posts and I don't remember which one it was, but he mentioned how no one reads this, but he likes how no one is reading. Something like that. I'm too lazy to go look it up. Anyways, the point to that is no one reads this blog either. And the people who know about this blog don't read it anyways. If they do, then they should leave some comments. Jerks. Just kidding. But yeah, it's nice to get things out of the way in a place no one knows about, but they can find out about if they tried hard enough. I don't think my comma practicing has come in handy, cause I'm pretty sure I didn't put commas where there should be commas.

I believe Panic! At The Disco is a good band.

It's sentences like that one above that could make people say, "David, you are a tater tard." Then I say, "Sofia, stop calling me a tater tard." Yes, that was a true sequence of words spoken between us earlier on the phone. I will be posting again really soon to tell you all about the man that I saved yesterday. It's going to be epic, so stay tuned. Until next time, America!