100

This will be my one-hundreth post. That's vaguely exciting. I feel as though I should make this blog interesting. A kind of celebration of my 100th post. However, I am far too lazy to do so. Go procrastination!

My breasts are large. My waist is small. My hips are childbearing. My hair is average length.

And that is me.


I am not quite sure what I intend to write today, but I figured it had been a while since I have updated and someone, somewhere, might be counting on my blog to give them some sort of life force.
However, that is unlikely.


And I rock.



I don't ahve much to do right now. It is a week full of SACs, but I am not one for study at the best of times. Let alone with how I am now.

I haven't been sleeping recently. I am lucky to get to sleep by one in the morning, and to sleep until my alarm goes off is incredibly rare.