(how dare people try to interact with me)
A few weeks ago I was nominated for some awards, and dutifully nominated other bloggy people for them; one such person was Maya, who has now thrown a spanner into the works of this whole charade, by turning the endless stream of socially-awkwardness-powered questioning and answering back on itself and, more specifically, back on me. Alternatively, this is a good idea for a post on a day where I’m rather uninspired, so I’ll take this idea and run with it.
1) What is with these deep intellectual questions? I’m just a deep person. Like, really deep. Deeper than a giraffe’s swimming pool.
2) Why did you put me through that? Because I’m an arsehole x
3) My head is genuinely now sore. That’s not a question, Maya. You lose.
What am I doing with my life?