right..so this is my first attempts at blogging..at first i thought this would be something cool..hip..wait why the hell did i jsut say hip..makes me sound like some gay indian from a russel peters sketch....anyhoo erm yeh..but as i was discussing with the gf, it may turn out to be an internet diary..and im a person who hates writing diaries because im a guy, and frankly a diary will make me look even more gay..as if liking musicals, twilight, westlife and having girl best friends doesnt make me join the gay west london community..*sigh*
over the course of these writings you may realise i incorporate some expressions into my thoughts..some of you may refer to these as 'tsr smileys'..i just like to think of them as my new found language..i cannot text or send an email without adding a :rofl: or a :E or most of the time, :sexface:..i usually get complaints but ah what the heck..once you know what you're typing and what you mean..these added touches make you smile a lot more..
The object of this is to make you, the reader..whoever you are..laugh, cry, smile, scream, gasp, whatever..just dont jizz on your screen..i wouldnt want to clean up that mess..
Did anyone else intend their first blog to be a mega post of nothingness and then halfway through see that you're stuck in a lull and this might be a massive fail, well ive just got that now..but im ploughing on..feeding you guys with whatever shite i can wing off the top of my head and use it..whats that stuff called in acting? improvise..yes thats the word..if only i could do that a lot more, instead of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time..especially to my parents..classic example here..so my gf comes over..and she brings a bottle of wine, and we share it..'twas nice..i liked her being here, after that had been consumed..as a sensible boy i put the bottle in the recycling bag, thinking oh i shall save the environment after polluting it in the hours before..(for those who didnt get this i meant noise pollution :hubba:.. ) but nooooooo a few hours later my mum finds the bottle..by chance..i mean which mother digs deep into the recycling bin? wtf..so yeh she angrily calls me down and starts an interrogation session.(dw the improvisation problemo is just here) she screams 'where did you get this from' and me, trying not to reveal the fact that i had a woman in the house, which would have been worse, pu tthe blame on 'the guys i had round after a football match' her anger is subsided but still she has a moan about bringing friends here and doesnt trust patrick and my other mates anymore..sorry paddy..i now cannot use "pat's house" as a viable excuse to get out of the house and on to tsr meets..if only i had made something else up on the spot..ah well..i dont get much freedoms anyway so why was i expecting any different..
hmm that was quite the essay..but at least ive got htis first one out of the way..very much more shall follow lool
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