This Is Not Teacup

As the title and the by-line suggests, I am not Teacup. I am the one and only Juicebox. I just needed to reinforce this, to show you my dedication to this lovely website.

Not only do I have tutor to attend today, but I also have to hack away at my 400-and-something essay so that I can fit it on one single A4 page, then write the essay over and over again until it is tattooed onto my brain. But wait! I am not finished. I still have to annotate two of my texts, then do the colossal mound that is my science homework.

And because I love this damn website oh so much, I will not blackmail Teacup into writing a post under my name. No, I am writing it myself, right now. And do excuse me if my writing starts to sound (look?) a bit like Teacup's, her constant rambling on MSN has finally driven me insane. To the point that I start to sound like her. But I assure you, I am Juicebox!

Have I ever mentioned how looooovely Teacup is? She is so lovely that she deserves to win a Nobel prize for loveliness. Of course, there is no Nobel prize for loveliness yet, which is why they must invent one just for Teacup to win, because the constant loveliness-radiation emitting out of her is so lovely.

I am lovely too, of course, but my loveliness is incomparable to Teacup's.

Anywhos, although I believe that Teacup's loveliness is a subject that will never bore your ears, no matter how boring it may be, I must bid you adieu and return to my eternally growing list of responsibilities.

XOXO, JUICEBOX (yes, Juicebox, not Teacup.)