Wrist Rainbows

Attempting to patent  my own phrase before I hit 21 I present to you the "wrist rainbow". Don worry, it'll catch on, yea, it will, yea.... I feel the web evokes a feeling of honesty, you know a sense of security and home where identity theft and people stalking may be increasingly accessible but only pose a minor to moderately severe threat to the survival of both our virtual and physical state. To that long stream of therapeutic rambling, I pose a confession of sorts that make consequently deteriorate the validity of this here blog.

Kay, here it goes, about to say it, god goodness I feel like Jodie Foster at the Golden Globes, kay, yep soooo, I dont get jewelry. Look don't judge me and I won't judge you when stalking your every retouched-amaro-filtered-selfieday-erryday instagram photos...While it may be a consequence to the prime of my existence the latter procures this lack of understanding.Nevertheless, I fear the current dilemma proses a future threat of in-capabilities in the juxtaposition of twinkly accoutrements on the dainty of my wrist.

I  now question if my signature phrase will ever be probable in my case, a fear that resides within me today and may continue in to my now dimming future...In lieu of that revelation made possible by the personification of the World Wide Web, I devise and attempt to solidify your support in my efforts to achieve excellence in upholding the premeditated vitality of the wrist rainbow name.

I find myself seldom resorting to the likes of a rubber watch and authentic braided bracelets purchased in none other than a questionable, some say shady, shop in the streets of Cabo. Irony remains the best policy in this instance as sporting a watch that may or may not work and an adolescent brain that may orrrr may not be able to read any time that is not digitized upon the display of an i-product. Life is ironic why not bedazzle your appendages with a wrist rainbowwww...

It'll catch on, I promise.