My dog makes evil faces, it's not her fault. She has a creepy face shape sometimes.
She's a bulldog. So her jowls hang and she farts a lot.
I love her so much.

I am supposed to be writing a paper that is due in around two hours.
I'll get it done, I always do.
I'd like to get it done within around a half hour so that I can have some time to read my book.

I like to read books.
I wish I could write better than I do.

Tucker is right, all blogs are is an excuse to say "I" a lot.
I'm not sure how to change that really.

I don't know if I should make this an all-encompassing rant, or stick to a singular subject per rant.
I'll stick to one or two just for continuities sake, my organizational impulses will probably take over naturally anyway.

That's all for now.
I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
I love you.