For the first time since I got my phone I actually came close to exceeding the 2GBs of internet I'm allotted from the national supply of internet available. It is troubling as how am I going to...actually I should be fine.
I have less money in my account than I thought I did. This is not news.
Just now I was on my Facebook account and I noticed that according to Facebook I only like the music of Jamie Knox. Whilst I do enjoy it lots (I went to a well-wicked gig of his recently and partied hard) I've got a lot of music-love to share about. So Facebook offers up artists and you're basically like yes/no. Like Tinder.
Do I like Tinder? Well it was fun for a while (was it?) but I've gone off it now. I've gone back to being avoided by women in person. (tiny violin) (Possibly a Viola)
Anyway so there were loads of artists popping up and I was struck by how many artists there are that I am not at all interested in! I'm trying to shy away from saying 'they is well shit!' because they can (debatably) make better music than me. Then again that reminds me of my time as the front-man for the hit band The Rhythm Rascals and the wild gig we performed at my secondary school talent show, before it was rocked by terrible allegations that I was miming. Alas, we didn't win any prizes even though we threw sweets into the crowd and dressed much smarter than any other act.
You know the expression where someone's so stressed they pull their hair out? (I know I barely, lazily described the saying). Yes of course you know what I'm chattin'bout. I just want to say here and now that my stress release is reaching over my shoulder and ripping a chunk of my shoulder-furr out. Anyway that's not the issue. The issue is I don't want to have on weird bald shoulder! (That would be weird). On a related note I was a bit drunk whilst getting ready for a classy night out, and I noticed the hair around my gentleman's area was growing out in all directions and thought it would be a good idea to grab a chunk (possibly to sell on the Let Thy Words Be Furious website) and just yank it really hard. Needless to say it was painful but effective. If the effect was to have an unsightly missing chunk of pubic hair (Which I cant lie, that's what I was going for). I liken the experience to the scene in the Da Vinci Code where he flagellates himself ;) (That's what I always call it anyway, wahey)
I was out clubbing the other night. Either I've gotten older (or dare I say it, too old for this shit?) or young people have just gotten more annoying. Also I spent 40 minutes queuing to get into the club my friends were in, sandwiched between a REALLY annoying drunk person and some other people and they were all endlessly moaning about the queue and stuff and I was like I'm not minding this queue and that makes me think I am getting old. Perhaps it reminded me of happier times in a long queue at the post office that I enjoyed one Summer afternoon in 2011.
I thought to myself the other day while someone was saying something stupid to me, I thought I'm taking the piss out of you in my head and laughing at you in my head...and you don't even realise. bwahahaa
I'm going to leave it there.
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