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Monday, May 7, 2012
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here's the thing. i have never complained about f book's changes to their layout. i mean, i get over those changes pretty quickly considering how little time i spend on the website. oh wait, probs i spend way more time on the facebook dot com than i should, but that's not the point. the point is, i have never said excuse me please mr. f book man whose name i can't remember, can you stop changing the layout of facebook? because i could really care less.
however, i feel the need to complain for just one short second about the new blogger layout. i'm not sure i can get over the fact that when i press "enter" as in, new paragraph, it does not go to a new paragraph. now maybe i am just seriously technologically challenged. scratch that, i KNOW i am seriously technologically challenged, but it should not be that difficult for me to start a new paragraph on my blog post. it just shouldn't.
also, full disclosure here, when the new layout was introduced, it took me a total of four clicks, FOUR CLICKS PEOPLE, to "view blog" correctly. nothing should be that hard. and i refuse to blame this entirely on my stupidity. i flat out refuse.
now, speaking of laying out, i totes need a tan. so bad. how do i know i need a tan?
i will tell you.
last week i was getting ready to go out and my mom walks in my bathroom. she looks at me as says dangggg girrrl you is WHITE! okay, so probs my mom does not really speak like that. although let's be honest, it would be pretty entertaining if she did. but regardless of the exact phrasing of her sentence, she did tell me i was white. and then yesterday when we were walking to church she said girl, you need to get you's a spray tan. (again, not sure why i feel the need to make my mom sound like an uneducated gangster/hick speaker. i assure you, she is not. but that is not the point. the point is...) MY MOM told me i needed to get tan. not just a tan, a spray tan. as in, let's resort to the quickest method of dewhitening your skin possible because you are pastypasty white.
do not even worry, i will not be getting a spray tan. but i will be getting a real live tan. not sure when. not sure how. considering i work all the day long when the sun is shining. but it is going to happen.
and that is all i have to say about that.
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If you get a spray tan, I will call you an Oompa Loompa.
I FREAKING LOVE YOU AMY ALLEN!!
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