Typically I have no idea what to write about, that's also ironic considering this is a blog in which I am supposed to write and yet I am actually writing about not having anything to write about (ISN'T THAT FUNNY HAR HAR HAR LAUGH YOU BASTARDS) but I refuse to fall into the ever re-appearing captions that I seem to see on plenty peoples FaceTubes and MyBooks all over the place, you know the kinds, the ones that usually have one or many phrases such as
'erm lol a dunno wat 2 say about mesel really lol'
'well am just a canny lad lookin 4 a gud tym wit me m8s n that'
'anythin else just add iz and al tel ya al about iz haha'
Fucking dicks
So in order to avoid such phrases I will continue to bitch and moan and talk about fuck all because, like I said, no one will ever care nor read this.
So, I like music, my girlfriend, my friends and Left for Dead 2, brilliant. I wish I could start all conversations with new people I meet like that, and I wish that could be all I say, I fucking hate people. You know, I'm not usually a bitter man but I seem to be slowly becoming one, I blame the state of music today and Richard Naisbit. Music is a huuuuuuge part of my life, I imagine if your reading this and know me you've already gathered that, it's all I talk about and pretty much all I do but it makes me happy and it's taken over my life so I cannot complain one little bit. The state of music has gone tits up though really, in the past 30 or so years. They used to be so many good bands and artists out who just made good music that people used to listen too, that's how it should be right? Music is something we listen too right? 'Cause I seem to have forgotten? Is it not all about image these days? How outrageous your outfit is? How many fireworks your stage show has? (In fairness, having a good stage show all adds up for me, that was a bad example but the outfit part I'm right about!) How much sex you can incorporate into your lyrics. I say your lyrics, I mean lyrics you've had written for you by some dickhead in a suit. That seems to be all that matters these days but what's the point in me complaining? It's not like I'm going to change anything, seems such a shame too, I'm in 2 bands who work hard enough to make our own music after being influenced by so many different bands and artists who also work hard enough to make their own music and then I see fucking Lady Gaga on the TV strutting around singing the same fucking song she had out last week wearing something that looks like it should be ran by batteries and it pisses me off knowing she'll be a millionaire. The only thing I can give her credit for is she doesn't mime but even then I shouldn't be giving her credit for that! She's a singer, surely she'd be able to sing live! Well you'd think wouldn't you. Like I say, however, it's not like I'll make a difference complain, especially on here 'cause no one will ever care nor read this.
I have an itchy nose.
What the hell man, why am I even writing a blog? What on earth is the point? I don't get why people of my generation and age seem to find it so difficult to go a day or two without getting on a computer, I must admit I'm the same! I'm constantly on facebook and the rest of it but I have no idea why, my grandparents got along fine when they we're kids without it, given that they are fucking insane now like, but they seemed to get along playing in the streets and playing board games when they we're younger. Technology pisses me off sometimes, it seems we've come so far and so dependant on it that we've fucked ourself over with it. I'm too tired to go into that though, that's for a 'different blog post' providing anyone reads this enough for me to make another one, 'cause like I say no one will ever care nor read this.
Yeah, that's about all I can be arsed with for my 'first blog post' fucking woop de woop, dicks
So I'm going to go to bed and think about what I've done being the naughty boy that I am. Be sure to come again now, I know how much you've enjoyed this if you've cared and read it. Bu-bye for now
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