Country Farms and Lovely Lips.

Things you should know about Queen:
No, I am not gay. However, if you are, it’s okay.
Yes we are both female, and in our mid-teens. Our high school resembles a country farm and I’m the chicken. You NEED me. And no one will eat me any time soon because I poop eggs and humans eat that.
Okay horrible metaphor.

Basically, everyone deserves a BS spot. So my dear friend Giggles and I, Queen (the superior one, ergo the name) decided to start a blog. People just don’t get us. So why not just anyone on the Internet?
I would just like to clarify one thing. We are brown. And our families enforce Indian law upon us. So yeah, if our parents found out half the things we were up to, they would probably dig up a basement for us and handcuff us to hell. Like my mother does not know I own a thong.
Personally, I would like to keep it like that. By doing my own laundry and never fixing that 24-hour wedgie in front of her.
On the plus side, I felt very sexy today. It’s just that when someone accidently brushes past your butt, it feels like they are groping you. Which I know Giggles wouldn’t have a problem with. I would probably kick them in the nuts if someone DID actually grope me.

This year is going to suck, I just know it. We’re in our sophomore year, and there are no cute boys. Well there is this one boy who would be a good distraction from the boy I currently like, who I have liked for quite a while now and isn’t really healthy for me. But let’s not get into him. He’s stupid and I think he’s a poopiehead.
This Distraction Boy, he wears giant blue glasses and he has a very British accent. It’s actually very hard to understand what he’s saying and I have to stare at his lips when he talks. That’s not really a problem, actually. He has lovely lips.

Anyway, this is Queen.