Blogging itself isn't much fun. At first it felt like it, but after a while it gets old. After my fifteenth posting I kinda lost the habit of doing it. I guess for a reason. Now it seems more like a responsibility. I do it for her.
Come to think about it, I also don't have anything to write about. I do nothing. I wake up at 12. Fart. Scratch my nuts like any normal guy would do. Take a dump. Maybe wash my self, maybe not, depending on how many times I jack off during the switch of days. Dad comes home and takes me to our house. We build some. Back in town for 9 o'clock news. I feel tired but not sleepy. Another day basically fucked unless I call someone who shares my vision of midnight beer next to a gas station. Crap! But wait! From today you can't buy alcohol after 10 pm! Great! Life sparks up a knack. Besides every thing that is fucked up right now, the worse is probably the issue with band. No Fucking Band Room! How can this happen to us now?! We have 3 performances in August. *sigh*
At least I know I'm not the unhappiest pair of balls on this God forsaken land. And come to think about it, I'm not unhappy at all! I'm quite lucky I guess. Cool!
Now this may just be a result of blogging, but you never know. It seems that the all so awkward activity of keeping a blog has side-effects yet to be discovered. At least I hope so. I did kinda take a weight off my shoulders. But a few more things!
1) Don't ever discuss my blog under my nose! I do this for my own amusement! My blog is for cyberspace only! You can't believe everything you read online. Books are more reliable on stuff like that.
2) Don't ever talk to me about my blog. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. I get off by doing this shit!
3) Look like you never read my blog. That's the look we all are going for this century!
4) I love you. Kisses!
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