Wednesday, 30 November 2011

No reason to write, no reason to read.

Like the beginning of all things, good and bad, like Bambi struggling free from his mother's deer pussy, this is no doubt going to be wobbly and revolting.

I'm still not sure what I'm doing with this, I'm just weirdly overcome by the desire to write. I'm currently persuing a job in journalism with an interview of sorts in the coming weeks (although I won't say where) and something struck me.

I'm a terrible writer.

Now, I don't mean my grammar is terrible, or I can't weave a delightful sentence or two, I'm a master wordsmith who craps out golden syllables without thought, but more because I'm so passive aggressive in my real personality, I tend to vent my aggression and immaturity into writing.

I'm trying to be a better person, you see? I'm 22, graduated from University and currently making coffee and offering IT support for a living. I live in my own place, so I'm officially an adult I guess, and my girlfriend is intense on her dreams for a career. I mean, she's like two years, nearly three younger than me and she knows what she wants to do already, it's fucking madness.

My point is, I want to grow up, I want to start cleaning my language up in my day to day, and my writing, but I always find when I hold stuff in I end up erupting like if Mt Vesuvius decided "Fuck this planet" and ejaculated harder than a horse behind Elizabeth Hurley.

Also, I have a thing for Liz Hurley. She buff 'n ting, word.

So I guess this can be my vent. No-one will really read it, so no-one can get offended.

I guess if someone does, which means you, theoretical viewer, then please excuse how hap-hazard everything is and just accept the fact that this is merely cathartic for me, I probably don't really give half a shit about the things I will discuss, I mean fuck it, I'm just your usual passive-aggressive 22 year old.

I'm not really funny, I may be a little depressing to read, possibly even for myself, but either way, this is how I'm feeling at the moment of writing.

And at the risk of dragging this on any longer, I bid you adéu until next time!

Also, I may have spelled "adéu" wrong there. If you notice this, then fuck you, because you're French.

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