HAY BEECHEZ

OHAY THAR M'DEAR BLOG.

Wanted to delete this motherfucker but couldn't find the button to do it. Good thing eh.

17 days left till I fly off to Singapore, make nice with relatives, then flying off to Heathrow the next day. Meh.

On to business.

Giving a fuck is easy to do and done often. I'd rather not. If only I could give a fuck about relevant shit like, the situation in Libya or the fact that our planet will more or less explode soon-ish. Downer no? Unfortunately, NO FUCKS ARE GIVEN.

The fucks however, are given, much to the chagrin of my mental state, to nonsensical bullcrap which shall not be discussed here because this little fucker's google-able. Heh.

Typing feels good. Digression.

Ugh. NEED. BEER. Drowning my sorrows indeed. Bah.

Need to fix the biscuit that is my crumbly and slightly tasty mental state and forge ahead.

If only feelings could be put into a box and shoved somewhere for the time it's not in use.

Meh. Shall be using this as a cryptic-ish journal-esque thingamajig because I can't be arsed to buy a notebook and write.

Unload-ment done.