Google likes my blog

Hello, yes I know... It's been ages since I updated this blog. I find there isn't such a need to blog as much these days as twitter does the job most of the time.

So, coming back to the topic for today... Google has been linking all sorts of crazy people to my blog. I checked my feedjit web tracker today and found that people were typing in searches like:

"fattest midget in the world"

"sexy fat midgets"

"horny fat midgets"

"fat midget sex"

The last one disturbs me the most...

Now, the thing that bugs me most is the fact that Google thinks that my blog relates to fat midget sex, horny fat midgets or sexy fat midgets. The second thing that bugs me is how sick people can get. I know, it may be like a fetish or whatever, but I would've never guessed that there would be a handful of people in the world that actually enjoy shit like this.

I'm thinking maybe it's time I changed the name of my blog. Hmm...Can't think of anything else though. I find that this describes me best but I must admit that I am getting quite offended by the fact that Google links THOSE word searches to my innocent little blog.

Help me think of a new name for this blog that might describe myself better.

On a 'lighter' note, I have been going crazy with the amount of stress that I've been forced to deal with. I have honestly never felt any amount of stress greater than this in my life. I had clinical placements all the way in Timbuktu(took me 2 hours to drive there) till the final week of Uni and I had finals at the end of that week. Now all that is left is 2 case studies(which are worth quite a lot) and a final interview exam on Wednesday.

My assignments are a work in progress and I must admit that for once in my life, I feel like I'm ready to give up. I've given Uni work everything... Literally everything...

I've put aside all the bare necessities of life, showering, pooping and tending to my face. I'm so constipated and hairy *cries* The only thing I've not given up is eating... I really am a fat shit.

I dare not show you any photos... I might give you nightmares.

So here's a very accurate pictorial description of myself...

This stress has induced my face to flake with facial dandruff. It feels like its snowing on my face. Every time I smile or twitch my facial muscles ever so slightly, it snows...

Saw a doctor about my facial dandruff/eczema issue and he laughed... Said that I was a hypochondriac and gave me steroids to stop the eczema. I almost stabbed his face...

My hair has been tangled for days. There are tangles over my tangles and I have a feeling I might have to chop it all off... *cries*

I never knew how long my leg hair could grow... I swear I can tie knots with them. My razor isn't going to do the job anymore... I might need a pair of scissors to trim and then a razor for a (hopefully) smoother finishing.

And because I have not stepped out of the house in days and all I've been wearing is my PJs... My boobies have completely forgotten what it was like to defy gravity. They are saggy enough to make clapping noises when i hop around the house.

This is what I sacrifice for my education... pray I make it through these next 2 weeks. Oh, and I hope you like my beautiful drawings... I tried to be as detail as I could.

Finish this post with a photo of the girls on ladies' night at Brooklyn... We need to have more nights like these