So what the fuck is this all about? Well, since you’re here, let me tell you.

The list of things that piss me off is a long one. To be honest, pretty much everything pisses me off and it has to be said that there really isn’t much about life that I enjoy. Life seems, for the most part, like an utterly pointless endeavour.

So while I’m waiting to die, I may as well join the rest of the world (metaphorically (or is that literally?),  not actually – I hate the world and pretty much everyone in it, naturally) and spew my every conscious thought onto a blog. I don’t expect or even want you to read it. But it gives me something to do until (fingers crossed) a bus runs me over or something. Or hey, if I finally go off the rails and do something apparently incomprehensible that gives the media something new to write about for 10 minutes, they’ll be able to minutely psychoanalyse me through my rantings here.

Oh, and somewhere right at the top of my list is people who say bollocks like ‘life is what you make it’. So don’t even. K? I’ll hunt you down across continents if necessary and punch you in the face if you try to impart your secret to happiness or lecture me on how I should count life’s blessings. If you’re happy with your life, you’re either (a) stinking rich or (b) staggeringly ignorant and oblivious to, well, everything.  Or (c) both.

But wait! Money can’t buy you happiness? Of course it fucking can. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking moron.

In summary: Yeah, it’s another bitch blog. Read it or don’t. Comment at your peril – frankly, one of the few things in life that does amuse me for 5 minutes is being able to tear a new one for interweb commentards.

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