Caution. There are stages of criticism everything I write goes through. First is the I think it can do much better face. Most of my drafts don't get this thing, because most of the time, I'm posting whatever is in my mind into the caption like I'm doing so now. Then comes the zworr zworr oh no bubba why are you here? I'm working, don't you see? Go, go tch tch. I sometimes relax like this, putting my hands behind my head and let the voice typical do its magic. As smooth as honey. No, honey, I didn't call you! Yes! It's the voice typing hit! Yeah! So as we were concluding, snort. Dam. If my momma saw this booger, she'd say, "If you sold half a kilo of your nose boogers for 50 rupees, you'd be earning at least a thousand extra rupees a week. But your boogers aren't precious, my love, so work, work, work, do valuable research to make nose boogers valuable." No, momma, I said nothing about you, why doesn't everybody KNOW That I AM WRITING?! I guess I have never tried to be personal in my writing, which is why I might not be a hit. But everyone has different styles, no? Hello? Haan. Haan. Kal tak? Nhi. Impossible. Duniyabhar ke kaam hai. Kabhi aur. Haan dekhti hun. Haan chal bye. I sit back on my chair and relax and slowly slurp this *slroooooo* coffee, and I just have to narrate my things without getting distracted. O duck! Bubba, WHY DID YOU SMEar green paint on your face?! Heehoohoobaahaa did you just? Mumma, papa, everybody, look at this slime monster! Buuhuuhaahahlaa naughty little child! Yes, yes, I'm working on my computer. No, I am NOT Mommy Pig. You've been watching too much of Peppa Pig, haven't you? O no. O no. Oh no onono. This DUMB BASS MACHINE WAS AUTO-TYPING MISS THE WHOLE WHILE! I CAnt even trust this yarn thing. Look, just look at the typoese. Tut tut tut. What a fame I don't have time to correct all that flit this thing hae typed, so I might as well ghost it. Post it. Post it, you darn cursed blue-light satanic thing aaaaaaaaarrrgh! Atima please read this xP #ramonasfavourites
