Un-relative

So this is my brother.
Tonight we had a thunder and lightening storm and I very much think it messed with his head. He was acting super super weird and all hyper and just started going off on things and then explaining things unrealistically in great detail. Like the tattoo he wants of an arm flexing on his arm which inside has a picture of pop-eye with a picture of spinich on pop eyes arm...don't ask.
Anyways he said we was going to get ready for bed...and this was the attire I found him. Apparerntly he was just "Bracing himself for the night"

Listen up Blogspot, Yeah I'm talking to you.

Dear Blogspot,

I am extremely fed up with you. These feeling of anger make me want to give you up all together...but wait your too much fun. Yet, here is my biggest beef: When I first joined you let me change my font type, size color, placement and do whatever I pleased with my posts, when rudely that came to an abrupt end. Now you only let me bold and italicize. That I say is no fun. Furthermore you will not let my music box work.
I think you are playing games with me, little unfair games. Games where you let EVERYONE else do what they want to their posts, but, oh, not Nicole you say. So i purpose a solution! You let me do these things you so nicely let everyone else do. Because I deserve the freedom of creativity just like everyone else Blogspot. Even though apparently you don't think so.

So thank you for your time blogspot, and I look forward to seeing a change in your attitude from now on.

Annoyingly signed

Nicky