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.