I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I had just finished a post that was so incredible it would have instantly become a screenplay, when all of a sudden I accidentally deleted the entire thing. In any other situation I most likely could have recovered my work by pressing the magical button "undo," but NOOO, Blogger decided to screw me over by using that opportunity to autosave my post.
So now instead of me giving you a fantastic post that you probably would have cried of happiness over, I have to give you this pathetic thing.
I am angry at you Blogger. We're getting a divorce. Well not quite a divorce because if I did that I wouldn't be able to blog anymore. So instead we're getting a domestic partnership. Even though I have no idea what that means but I'm pretty sure it just means we live together but we don't talk to each other unless you're buying me ice cream or asking me whether I would like you to massage my feet and the answer is yes.
I guess to tide the time I'll just tell you a story about my day.
Today I got stung by a bee. It was my first ever sting, even though bees and I are like "this tight," *simulation of tightness by crossing fingers*, hence my name.
Actually my name has nothing to do with honey bees, it's just a happy coincidence. But anyway.
Did you know that when a honey bee stings you it dies because its abdomen dislodges from its body? That's, like... awesome. Can you imagine if humans were like that? What if when we used weapons against someone else, we died?
"I have a stinger in my butt and I'm not afraid to use it! Actually I am. Let's just be friends."
Wow, I think I just unintentionally invented the key to world peace. Honey bees are so smart. If you have a question, go to the honey bees for an answer.
AAHH! I just had an epic battle in my bedroom between me and a barely-visible blood-sucking mosquito.