So school started this week -- which means that I am officially LSU's bitch and can no longer give my blog the lovin' it normally gets. Let Down City, Population: 1. Also, my English teacher requires us to start a personal blog and write about whatever we want for grades. What do you think the possibility of Sara Swears a Lot getting an A for effort is? The school blog will be incredibly boring, but I guess I'll get some practice at writing about things that don't involve shit, dick, or vag. (That last sentence was painful to write.)
Also, I went to a Cajun restaurant last night and ate alligator. And bought a ton of postcards. And they're hilarious. If you want one, you should email me because I really love sending postcards. If you don't want one, then fuck you. I didn't want to send you one anyways.
Plus I bought two extra Louisiana-fied presents while I was there and have to decide who should get them. Don't get all excited in the pants; they aren't that great.
I'm going to try to do a blog series with this "seven things" business, but only because Aly asked me to do it, and I worship her writing skillz (yep, that's a z) and would do anything she asked me to do. If you don't know what I'm talking about, check hers out. And I'm going to need ideas from y'all for what to do my seven things series on. I would do some serious shit, but I have a feeling that might get boring quick. So give me some ideas, bums!
I'm keeping it short since it's Friday. Everybody get drunk tonight. And record yourself. But not during sex. Because that shit always comes back to haunt you. Like when you have friends over and somebody turns on the TV, but oh wait, it hasn't been changed back to the "Cable Box" setting and ohmyfuckinggod who are these two people paused in mid-hump on the TV and is that girl related to Kim Kardashian because LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT ASS, cue uncomfortable silence and lots of fumbling to turn the TV off.
Anystupidbitchesneedtostoptalkingaboutmyfatassway, happy weekending, y'all.