I'll get this to the point, it's my 13th blog and I have no problem writing this. Superstitions are fucking stupid and if you believe then so are you, prick. Unless there are some facts to back up why 13 is unlucky, all you superstition fags can suck hard on my fresh tea bag; women applicants only. Also, the second part, today is one of those days that I have nothing to do but write a cliche blog about days that are boring. First of all, this isn't a fucking cliche blog, I know I contradicted myself but fuck yourselves. Rofl "butt fuck yourselfs". This blog is going to be fun filled with jokes and junk. Anyways, I am sitting here, upstairs, eating some of this Juicee fuit slices. And yes, it's spelled "Juicee". To emphasize how juicy it is, it's not just juicy, it's FAWKING JOOCY. Made with real fruit juice too. Then I look in the back, "not a significant amount of Vitamin C". I guess they put one drop for every 1 kg of this Juicee product. Get it? Juicy product. Moving on, my phone is ringing, don't know if I should get it or continue writing. Picked it up, was some Asian chick. Who calls me at 4:21PM? This is when I wake up on Saturdays, you mad? Yeah you mad that my body clock is fucked. Cancelled plans for Pho and she probably mad. Another topic, while answering the phone, I realized, even with a corded phone I get radio signals, fucking "it's not unusual" song came on during the phone call. Brings me back to Fresh Prince days. Need a sequel series to that. Yes I am fucking mad. Rage quit.