Blog Post

Here’s where I write an obscure story that makes no sense until I write the next paragraph. You’ll think to yourself, where is she going with this? What does this story have to do with me?

And then… A punchline. And suddenly, you know where I’m going with it.

That’s right, I’m blogging. You get my story and you can’t wait to see my pictures. You know every move I make and every breath I take because well, I took pictures of it, and made sure I blogged about it. I use words like prolific and rudimentary, because they make me seem just as scholarly as I am creative. You scroll down to see what I emphasize. And you look because my life. Is. So. Awesome.

My life is better than yours. Want proof? Look at my pictures.

See? I have a really awesome, wholesome, flawless family.

And we do really cool, obscure things... like go on buggy rides. In South Carolina. In the rain.

And if the scenery from the buggy ride doesn't look good enough, I have the instagram app to make it hip and cool.

I also have a perfect, flawless boyfriend. Our relationship is better than yours because we play croquet at midnight (because we are so in love).

And we paint shirts together. See?

I also have the best of friends. Not only do I have more friends than you, but we are also closer. We share everything from secrets to shoes and have the best of times every moment we are together. (This picture wasn't hip enough before so I had to make it look old. Don't forget, antiques are really cool)

And I bake pies from scratch.

So look at my blog and feel worse about your life. You can tell from the things that I, as well as my fellow bloggers, post that we have perfect lives. We do really fun things all the time and have perfect relationships. We have no insecurities and no flaws. We write in framented sentences and we are extremely creative, hip, and innovative.