Social Networking

A bit too broad, but I mean facebook or twitter, I had a look when over in a girlfriends house the other day, i'm a bit slow in catching onto anything, guys I know ask girls one of the first questions when there trying to get stuck in, "are you on facebook" that seems weird to me, a bit of a cop out as it requires less balls than asking for a phone number, but she was on it the whole time I was there, which I just thought, well didn't think, it is rude, something intrusive about it, and i'd rather live without I think. Telling people what sort of sandwhich your about to have and having comment after comment about it, each less funny than the last, I don't want to sound snooty, but it just seems really really shit, at least there's the odd interesting story on blogs, but there's about 7 people I actively maintain contact with, so it's just uncessesary, I don't even like texting, so ...."meh" I guess, maybe one day when i'm bored lonely and all my friends have married off.

Boredom

If anyone can recommend anything interesting to read, listen to, rent, go see, or wank too, i'll give it a lash.

Swine Flu

Yay,




Think I might be better suited to twitter, need sleep

Working

over rated, 10.30 till 7's grand though

Anonymous comments

what's the point it's hardly like I know you or care? suppose you might get occasional wind up

Ya got the job buddy

finally, huntsman estate agents, should be fun till fas starts, can't find the drive to write anything long, unemployment has made me so very very lazy.

Edit: That and the lack of anything remotely interesting happening.

Aaahh

I need something to do tonight.

At Least whores get paid

Heard about my most recent ex girlfriend last night, let's just call her Amy, which just so happens to be her name, my circle don't blog, there's a million Amy's, it's hardly worth changing, she's definitely an Amy, but anyway, since we've been over she's apparently sleeping with anybody who'll take her, which is what she's always been like single apparently, and men being men, and her being obviously up for it, these things are obvious, tits falling out of the top, and some women are just obvious, but it just disgusted me to hear about the dickheads that have been fucking her, I mean she's a sweet girl, has a lot to offer, but if your remotely nice to her, she'll have sex with you, especially if there's any alcohol involved, and I'm sure she, and the rest of the slut population would claim they are secure, confident women having fun, but I know secure, confident women, and they don't depend on the attention of men for their self esteem or to feel desirable, secure confident women are the least slutty women, being a slut also appears to be in vogue, it's just horrible, the amount of scum that must have just shot their load up her and all the other tramps, a bit of self respect wouldn't go astray, I think with most of these people it's just a matter of maturing, but that never happens to some people. I probably just sound like a prude, and would love to be able to embrace promiscuity, but it sickens me, sweet girl, hope she meets a sweet guy, but I don't know, it did bother me, not in a jealous way, but in a someone I care about way, but fuck it, she's having her fun, we don't talk anymore, and I'm going to Berlin in a few hours.

Clock watching

I'm tired, life is fairly dull these days, but I can't think of how to change it in this current economic climate, twenty-four and on the dole is not where I thought I'd be at this stage, I just applied for a crap job with paddy powers, a step up from penneys me thinks, I like the way under title Dr is one of the options, emigration is a distinct possibility, I'm turning into one of those people I use to resent just living for the weekends, I need to change my mentality, if that's even possible, I think you are, who you are though, morals, standards and the like are holding me back, promiscuous problem drinkers seem to have a lot more fun than me, I'm watching the wrestler, seen a bit of doggy and remembered just how much I miss that sacred act with the opposite sex, damn, seven months on Thur, standards don't apply anymore, disgusts me to say, I might go out on my own tomorrow, be my dirty little secret, God knows I have enough of them.

That killed about 10mins, thanks blogging, I might keep this up.