I found this book by chance, I guess, after Googling “Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever.” because I found the book…well, I don’t remember how.

Since, I’ve not found anything on the author, and the book fits the stereotypical assumption of self-published books being of poor quality, so I’m assuming it’s their first novel—and there are not a lot of informational reviews on this thing, other than “it sucks”, “gross”/”disgusting” or other similar, non-informative comments.

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Whilst this post 1) isn’t in order and 2) does not cover everything, it does sum up the cancellation of several series I once, at least somewhat, liked.

I like talking about television series, and this feels like a great way to tackle many of the series I have watched in one post.

Please note I’m excluding whatever ratings were for this; to me, if something didn’t rate well, it was because of… well, the same reason I list for it having been cancelled.

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I was invited by Georgie and Kya (thanks!) to do this, so here it goes! Also, I don’t do well with keeping things short. >.>


  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Include a link to their blog
  • Tell the person who nominated you 7 facts about you
  • Select 15 blogs/bloggers you’ve recently discovered or followed recently


This is my attempt at coming up with things I’ve never shared before, because I don’t wanna be repetitive.

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This post is potentially triggering.

While Selena Gomez’s latest song is about a significant other1, it hit home for me and made me remember my mother, who I sometimes think about these days, though not too much. The feelings described in the song are the ones my mother made me feel, and it expresses quite well how sick of it all I am.

Selena said, in an interview, “I’m just so sick of it,” and the repetitiveness in the lyrics of Same Old Love display that well.

Almost an entire decade of my life has been devoted to figuring out why my mother is the way she is and why her husband, lard, is the way he is. I’ve read psychology books, including two textbooks—one at least twice. I wouldn’t call it a special interest, but more of a thing I needed to know. The mind is such a complex thing, and I crave the why, or at least the how, for anything I don’t understand but find beneficial to me to understand. Otherwise, I can neither accept nor cope with it, which results in me forever having angst about it.

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