Well, this is my first blog. This is a blog right? I hope so. Anyways, I don’t have a shit clue as to what I’m doing, and I really don’t think anyone cares about what I’m writing. I’m also 99.9% sure that no one will read this. But who the fuck cares? It’s MY blog thingy. MINE. So, anyways, what’s uuuupp? Nothing? Sucks for you. My grandpa gave me a fake Owl that stands on it’s own a week or two ago. I named him Kiwi. He tried to name it Oliver. I was like “Uh, no, Kiwi. Why would you name it Oliver?” And he was like “Oliver.” And that was it. My mom said it’s “creepy as fuck, keep it away from me.” So, as we (as in me, my mom, and her boyfriend) were leaving my grandparents house, I stole her keys, grabbed Kiwi, and ran to her car. I then put Kiwi in the passenger seat, got into the drivers seat myself, then started it up and was about to back up out of the drive way and drive, well, away. And then my moms boyfriend (Tony, by the way) came out and told me to “get out of the car” and I was like, “But I can sooooo do this.” and my mom was like “Really? Whys Kiwi in my seat? And no! You can’t drive! Get out right now! You could ruin their mailbox!” And I was like “Fine.” So I grabbed Kiwi and got out and went to the backseat and then put Kiwi in his respectful place, which happened to be my nieces car seat. He fit snuggly. And now, after writing this weird bullshit, all I’m thinking is that “That was a terrible story, my bad.” But, again, who gives a fuck. Mkay, bye.