Hi my name's Umchil. I mean really; just call me Umchil. What if there are pedophiles on the internet.
So I've attempted several blogs before but I don't think they've really worked out so well. In any case, I never really talked about my life.
Say. Let me tell you something that happened today.
The phone rang while I was listening to some Super Junior and so I pick it up. "Hello?"
Funny. No answer. So of course I set it back down and unpause the music.
10 seconds later the phone rings again. I stand up and walk back over to it. "Hello?"
No answer again, and so I put it back down.
After the 5th call I was pissed. I brought the CD/DVD remote to the kitchen table, took out a bag of pistachios and bowl, and set the phone right next to me. I pressed play.
The calls came again and again. I ate pistachios until I felt bloated. I think that's why I didn't eat much dinner.
I'm really good at cracking pistachios now.
Prank calls? Who knows. All I know is my mama came back safe and honey I'm glad. For the time being, anyway. It won't be long until she's the next things I'm pissed at.
What are you supposed to talk about in blogs anyway?
Oh oh. One of my greatest aspirations was to have a popular blog which everyone would read.
...
The million dollar question is, who would want to read about my life?
Because I don't have one.
So I've attempted several blogs before but I don't think they've really worked out so well. In any case, I never really talked about my life.
Say. Let me tell you something that happened today.
The phone rang while I was listening to some Super Junior and so I pick it up. "Hello?"
Funny. No answer. So of course I set it back down and unpause the music.
10 seconds later the phone rings again. I stand up and walk back over to it. "Hello?"
No answer again, and so I put it back down.
After the 5th call I was pissed. I brought the CD/DVD remote to the kitchen table, took out a bag of pistachios and bowl, and set the phone right next to me. I pressed play.
The calls came again and again. I ate pistachios until I felt bloated. I think that's why I didn't eat much dinner.
I'm really good at cracking pistachios now.
What are you supposed to talk about in blogs anyway?
Oh oh. One of my greatest aspirations was to have a popular blog which everyone would read.
...
The million dollar question is, who would want to read about my life?
Because I don't have one.
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