So

There are certain impasses that you come to that, whether you knew they were coming or not you simply have to ignore/move on/strap on a pair etc etc.

I'm at a point where everything is either utterly pointless, mediocre, or just plain shit in my life. And I can't really be arsed to moan about it. Shit happens. I'm using it as fuel instead of letting it get the better of me.

Or strapping on a pair as it were.

My Dad once told me that as far as life goes : 'silly is good'. I might even get that as a tattoo because I could not agree more.

Please ignore this blog, it is the equivalent of therapy where you write an angry letter and then don't send it.

Pardon my grammar, I have been drinking.

Blog From The Dead!

Nobody reads this bloody thing, so nobody cares that this is my first blog in eons, but fuck it, I do!

In one months time, life gets a hell of a lot more exciting. And stupid. And dangerous. Matter of fact, a big part of me tells me I shouldn't go through with my plan. And that I'm living with my head in the clouds. I should get a better paying job, in an office. Maybe I could get a cat. If I'm REALLY LUCKY, I could die having made no visible impact on earth to anyone what-so-ever.

But wheres the fucking fun in that?