great scot or the worst post ever
I had this great post all planned out, it was about how after watching braveheart, i felt like the 4 percent of my blood that is scottish was calling out to me. not calling, screaming! that miniscule part of my identity wanted me! After watching hours upon hours worth of bloody tartans clash and the hearing the sounds of bagpipes i was inspired to post a picture of my family vacation to scotland. the photo is a particularly kitschy one of me, my brother and sister all dressed in different patterned kilts. It was to show just how deeply entrenched in scottish culture the rodman family really is. im just kidding, sort of, although that four percent of scot blood does run through my veins and that photo and trip really did exist. My scanner hasnt been used in so long that it doesnt work anymore so instead you'll have to settle for this post minus the photo. kajdf;lakjfd;lajdf;lakjfd;lajkdfla;kjfd;ajadf i've also had the song "heart of glass" by blondie stuck in my head for the last twelve hours or so. dear me, this is turning out to the the worlds worst post!! so im going to abandon ship, the leaky, miserable ship that this post has become