We're Not Bitter, We're Just Angry
Having an eyelash stuck in your eye will ruin your entire day.
And it just sort of floats around in there, jabbing you every time you try to look at things. 

Having an eyelash stuck in your eye will ruin your entire day.

And it just sort of floats around in there, jabbing you every time you try to look at things. 

Well, aren’t you guys just the coolest. 

Vaguebooking

Vaguebookers. They’re everywhere.

We’ve all encountered them at one point or another.

There you are, happily browsing through your news feed. Your friends have updated their status with what they’ve done that day, everything is fine. And then you see it, that one post. Someone has updated with something vague and indirect, but clearly intended to be read by one particular person.

There are only two reasons why people vaguebook:

1)      They can’t think of anything else to say;

2)      They’re confused/annoyed with someone that they’re interested in, and want to subtly drop a hint to them.

The poster no doubt wants people to comment with things like “what’s wrong? Txt me” or “are you okay?”
You’re doing it wrong. Normally, no one will comment.
However, if people do actually respond with the desired comments, the poster, staying true to their vaguebooking form, will reply with something like “nothing, I’m fine.”

COMPLETELY DEFEATING THE POINT OF THE STATUS.

This is unacceptable internet behaviour. We can all clearly see what you’re trying to do by vaguebooking, you’re being neither vague or mysterious.
Just stop it. Stop it now.

xoxo, Star.

Angry Bitches: An Introduction

A lot of people look at us and think ‘oh, those two are just weird’. Well, we’ve started this blog to show the world that there’s so much more to Star and Mason than being weird. There’s anger.

We should probably mention before we begin that we’re not always angry. There are often times when we feel hunger, or even thirst! But this blog is not dedicated to those desperate times. This is to document our rage at the many things that make our blood pressure rise. There’s no room for introspection or joy here; you already have tumblrs devoted entirely to hungover owls, you greedy shits. 

For our first post, we’ll begin with ourselves. A year of glitter-themed 18ths was an angry year.