I am a raisin

I just don't know why anyone would pick me when there's always a better person. It's like picking a raisin out of a bowl of chocolate chips. Why would you pick the ONE thing that will probably explode and kill you over all the things that will make your stomach happy? I don't know. I am a raisin.

Series three of Sherlock is going to come out soon and that should make me happy, but it doesn't. It should also make me happy that I got is jacket thingy that I've wanted since forever, but that doesn't make me happy either.

I think I'll go write things and kick myself over and over for posting a blog that no one will read, because I am not a popular user and no one will care.

I am Aleksandr S. Jones, and you are now carrying my child.