What doesn't kill you makes you want to kill yourself

Once upon a time there were two desperate (and also very pretty but no one tells them) girls sitting in a pub and sipping wine. And they decided to share their wisdom with the world. I don't know what it is with the Universe but it seems to be more hostile towards us than other people. Like, seriously, why does everyone else keep getting laid?? We thought we were pretty and obviously, this is the Universe's way of telling us "yeah, lol, you wish". So, instead of getting laid, we've decided to filter our frustration by writing a blog about our MASSIVE misadventures.

This blog should really be called "Two white middle-class girls and their first-world problems".
*sigh*

Also, we should be studying instead of yapping about nonsense on the internet but what better is there to do than spend your time doing something completely useless? And we're horrible when it comes to writing stuff. So, basically... what was it I was going to say? (See?)

We should get T-shirts! With a picture of two lame superheros who fuck up every time someone calls them to save the world. Cause that's how we roll. Yeeeah.

Now. Instead of imagining two sophisticated young ladies (not that it is what you were imagining anyway), imagine us in pajamas sitting on a couch in a messy room passing the keyboard and trying to figure out how to start this...thing...that will.. you know.. bring us eternal fame.

Hah.
Who are we kidding.

If you're reading this, you're probably one of our kind (or you're one of the two of us, which makes it even sadder, and get off the internet right now!). In that case, WELCOME! Make yourself at home.
It'll be a bumpy ride.