No Makeup Selfie For Cancer Awareness.

Do not fucking tell me to take a picture of myself without makeup on under the pretence that it is doing a damn thing to promote cancer awareness.

All it’s doing is helping you feel better about yourselves because you’re ‘helping.’

You’re not fucking helping anything.

You want to help cancer patients, cancer research, raising cancer awareness? A fucking selfie fulfilling your own selfish need for attention is not the fucking way to go about that.

Donate money to hospices, to research, to hospitals.

Cut your fucking hair off, donate it to be made into wigs for cancer patients that are willing to go through the itchiness involved with wearing them.

Buy hats, head scarves, bandanas, and give them to hospitals to give them to their patients.

Donate blood; it’ll help a lot more than just cancer patients.

Donate your fucking time by volunteering.

Donate books.

Donate games.

Donate a fucking pad of paper and pens, pencils, crayons.

Donate colouring books. No matter what age you are, those things are fucking awesome.

Donate DVDs/DVD players.

Constantly update/tweet about cancer, about websites raising awareness, about places you can donate to.

Take part in Race For Life. Take part in any fucking activity that revolves around raising money for different cancer hospices and charities.

But don’t tell me that you taking a picture without your makeup on (liars, most of you, by the way) is making a fucking difference.

It’s feeding your ego and making your cheap ass feel like you’re making a difference.

Tick tock.

Time is strange. I'm 21 and have honestly used "I remember when I was young" in complete sincerity. I used to use it all the time because, let's face it, it's always fun to annoy parents/grandparents in that way.

So, yeah.
I'm either old before my time or you youngsters need to stop annoying me with all your crappy talk about how your boyfriend/girlfriend has totes pissed you off.

You're twelve, enjoy your childhood because you will never get another one.

Nerves.

It's absolutely terrifying when you leave a site that you know and love in search of a new place to post your nonsensical rants.

Unfortunately I had to leave through necessity; the old site I wrote on is slowly but surely disappearing and shutting down. The owner has decided it's not worth his time/money to continue updating so I was among the first to up and leave.
I'd rather start here, where no one will know who I am and will probably never ever read anything that I post here than watch as everything I had posted gets removed by scripts so old the dinosaurs were complaining about it. I removed everything myself. From the internet, anyway. I have a lovely little folder containing everything I've ever written, rants, reviews, random short stories, random LONG stories: everything.

I'm going to put this warning in several different places throughout everything I post; If swearing, ranting and sarcasm offends you in any way, shape or form, I suggest you take your ass and leave.

Anyway.

So, this is new. To me. I know how popular it is and it was a huge draw between this and livejournal. I know how to use livejournal which put it in the lead for a long time. I've had a livejournal that I used for many years. Pulling far ahead, LJ, well done.

Then I realised I had one of these attached to my gmail.
Sneaky, blogger, but I like it.

Ultimately it was the simpleness of the app that I downloaded onto my phone. I know that LJ has one, too, but I didn't have to search through mountains of email for a password long forgotten or take the time to make a new one. I'm impatient like that.

So, blogger won out.
Yay, blogger.

If swearing, ranting and sarcasm offends you: leave.
Seriously, no one is making you read anything.

Though if you do read something in the near future then I suggest it be Sarah J Maas' Throne of Glass and its sequel Crown of Midnight. Hell, even read the novellas.
A review will be posted as soon as I write one.

Can you tell I'm nervous? I think I'm hiding it well but I know me so I can tell that I am.

I'm going to run away now.
Books to buy, ice to slide on, coffee to drink.

Ciao.

PS. If anyone actually reads this and would like to offer help, I am more than willing to accept it.
I mean help in any way; who to follow, how to make this all fancy-pants, what to read, what to play, what to watch, anything. Thanks!