The beginning of the end? I think not.

Well well, what a new and noughties concept. Blogging. Type away every detail, worry, event and such in a humorous manner, creating a legion of fans for that girl next door, managing an outlet for all that is bothering one, but not having to spill the beans, to use a somewhat dated term, to our nosey nearest and dearest. Ingenious I must say.

For a while now, I’ve held back from the bandwagon, tiptoed away from the trend, if you will, but eventually the attraction of all that is blogging has captured me. So here I am. A virgin blogger.
I suppose a bit of an introduction is in need. Indeed. How about a few facts?

I am oh so sixteen, going on seventeen
I have fantastic eyes rimmed with fantastic lashes that have seen a lot of the world in every sense
I would probably consider myself witty, at least to myself
Typical people confuse and irritate me beyond a reasonable amount
My biggest faults are; My awfully judgemental personality (I am working on this one), lack of trust in people, my overly questioning and imaginative mind and I suppose my ankles aren’t all there cracked up to be

Now, a little rant to finish things off (because everyone whos anyone likes a little rant here and there)

People who wear uggboots. I know this is a ‘famous’ hatred. But I swear I started it. Cast your innocent minds back to the winter of 2005...

Your walking along, maybe walking your dog rover, or I don’t know, indulging in that creamy but unforgivable chocolate liquid (spawn of the devil to inner thighs, orgasm for the mouth)…hot chocolate…anyway, back to the point, so your doing whatever your doing, and then all of a sudden a young girl of perhaps 14, 15 walks (now I say walk, I think the correct term would be trundles) past, she’s dressed relatively nice, passable at worst, and then you eyes spot them. Furry feet. There is a small dead animal on each of her feet. What do you do? Run away in fear of being her latest victim? Confront her, and say its cruel? Except, on closer inspection, you realise, they aren’t small dead animals after all, but in fact, FOOT WEAR. Yes my friend (is it too early in my blogging life to label you a friend yet? Yes, probably, lets stick to acquaintance for now) these, are in fact, ugg boots.

So just as we’re getting over ugg boots and heading into the sweet sweet summer of 2006, another footwear epidemic is beginning to take over the feet and minds of not only the impressionable youths, but fathers, mothers, toddlers, GRANDPARENTS! That’s right, dear granny betty is wearing them too. Whilst knitting and moaning about vandalism and the price of aubergines. CROCS. To whomever invented these FOUL plastic cases and labelled them footwear, may I just say; “You have a lot to answer for”. Generations have clasped onto this, on the theory that there “comfortable”. Yes, well my dears, so are slippers but these are not an acceptable form of footwear in public, are they? Well, I suppose ugg boots could be catagorised as some kind of slipper like object. Sigh.

Well that’s probably enough for me
And you
Will update soon.
Xxx