Be my friend?

That moment when you realize that no one that lives near you is your friend. At least like they used to be. Be it that they're at a different stage in their life than I am. Or that they're so super busy. Or they've moved away to college. Or they don't want to be my friend anymore because they don't believe my medical problems are real. SOOO yeah.
Loner status.
Be my friend?

At least I'll always have my cats!

I CAN HAS FOLLOWER

So because I'm super awesome and shit.
Aka. One of the hostages in my basement decided to be cool and follow me.
THEY GET A SPECIAL DEDICATION POST.
HUZZAHH

P.S. if it fits it ships.

First Post!

HOORAY.
I'm BLOGGING.
Okay so for those of you who are reading this (probably just me and people I've forced to check out my blog while I hold them hostage in my mother's basement) I love you. No really. You've chose to read the most random rant about any and everything when you could be DOING SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIVES. So therefore I commend you and knight you as my friends of the dodecahedral table. I never was a fan of things that were round.

Forever indebted to you,

The Opinionated Wallflower

P.S. Here's a peekaboo ostrich for your enjoyment.