So these random losers I know have just started writing blogs, it only needed time before I realised I'm a loser too, and where was my blog? I once wanted to write a blog before, but in my stoned, paranoid state, thought that everyone (especially the net police) would read it. That's a delusion of self importance right there, I think I know of two people who will read this; Myself and Emily (as I'll force her to read it anyway).
It's taken me about 4 hours to sign up to this site, just trying to get the word verification thing right on the sign up page. Why do they make it so fucking hard to read if you're slightly pissed and/or stoned? It's all wavy and stuck together, like what some form of STD would do to your pubic hair. Sick. Okay, so the first admittance in this blog is that I am on some kind of mind altering substance. I shan't divulge which (see the net police paranoia above), but you should all try some kind of drug at one point in your life. If you do and you dislike it, then good on you, you'll die in a better place than I will.
Okay, I was determined not to make this a rant until I just discovered that Spotify have taken off about 100 Kings Of Leon songs on their playlists. Why would they do that? THEY know it's what I listen to the most, so why take them all off? It's not like they've taken them all off, but it's specifically the ones I want to listen to. That's discrimination. But it leads me to my rant about Kings Of Leon (yeah, fuck politics, the economy, real life issues, I'm gonna rant about MUSIC!), what has happened to the bad boys of south central that I was so fond of in my teenage days? Before I hear it, yes I'm still a teenager, but still I'm allowed to say teenage days when I have the mind of a 40 year old woman that's been married for 20 years and has 3 children. While laughing at my own bad fortune there, I just found the song I was looking for, therefore rendering the beginning of my rant unvalid and unjust. I do apologise to Spotify for my bad judgement.
People say I think too much, they say I over-analyze. For example, a certain person hasn't replied in over an hour and my initial reaction is that they're clearly having much more fun not thinking about me. Another example, I've just received a text from someone saying it's their new number and I've got my paranoid head on, thinking it could be my ex, it could be my ex's new girlfriend (why would it be her?!), it could be the man whom I owe money, but most likely it's going to be one of my friends with a new number. That's something that bugs me though, why text someone saying 'This is my new number' and not put a name on the end of it? Real intelligence that is. What is happening to society that we all think we're so famous that names are unimportant anymore. 'Oh well dahhhlin' don't you know who I am?' No, I don't fucking know who you are when you don't put your name on the end of the text! Right, well I got a reply from my rude 'And you are?' text and they've said 'Silly me its Keeley mum'..Does that mean it's Keeley's mum? Or does it mean it's Keeley and she thinks I am her mum? Either way, I don't fucking know a Keeley, and I certainly would never name a child of mine Keeley. That's the name for cheap slappers with 'Tango'd' faces and white eyeliner, and piss poor glamour models from Lewisham. It'd be like calling my child Barbieheart Angelflower..
I heard some woman (I say woman, she looked about 14) calling after her child the other day as it was running off down the road into impeding doom, and what do you think a 14 year old would call her daughter? Glitter of course. I thought 'Glitter' was a name reserved for pets, not for small ginger toddlers with her 4 year old aunties old clothes on, and her 30 year old grannys present of gold hoop earrings addorning her ears.
Anyway, less of this stress, it's making me want to bite my nails, which I have in fact not done for 5 days, the longest time in 19 years that I have not bitten my nails.
If I think of anything else interesting, you'll be the second to know.
p.s he still hasn't repliedIt's taken me about 4 hours to sign up to this site, just trying to get the word verification thing right on the sign up page. Why do they make it so fucking hard to read if you're slightly pissed and/or stoned? It's all wavy and stuck together, like what some form of STD would do to your pubic hair. Sick. Okay, so the first admittance in this blog is that I am on some kind of mind altering substance. I shan't divulge which (see the net police paranoia above), but you should all try some kind of drug at one point in your life. If you do and you dislike it, then good on you, you'll die in a better place than I will.
Okay, I was determined not to make this a rant until I just discovered that Spotify have taken off about 100 Kings Of Leon songs on their playlists. Why would they do that? THEY know it's what I listen to the most, so why take them all off? It's not like they've taken them all off, but it's specifically the ones I want to listen to. That's discrimination. But it leads me to my rant about Kings Of Leon (yeah, fuck politics, the economy, real life issues, I'm gonna rant about MUSIC!), what has happened to the bad boys of south central that I was so fond of in my teenage days? Before I hear it, yes I'm still a teenager, but still I'm allowed to say teenage days when I have the mind of a 40 year old woman that's been married for 20 years and has 3 children. While laughing at my own bad fortune there, I just found the song I was looking for, therefore rendering the beginning of my rant unvalid and unjust. I do apologise to Spotify for my bad judgement.
People say I think too much, they say I over-analyze. For example, a certain person hasn't replied in over an hour and my initial reaction is that they're clearly having much more fun not thinking about me. Another example, I've just received a text from someone saying it's their new number and I've got my paranoid head on, thinking it could be my ex, it could be my ex's new girlfriend (why would it be her?!), it could be the man whom I owe money, but most likely it's going to be one of my friends with a new number. That's something that bugs me though, why text someone saying 'This is my new number' and not put a name on the end of it? Real intelligence that is. What is happening to society that we all think we're so famous that names are unimportant anymore. 'Oh well dahhhlin' don't you know who I am?' No, I don't fucking know who you are when you don't put your name on the end of the text! Right, well I got a reply from my rude 'And you are?' text and they've said 'Silly me its Keeley mum'..Does that mean it's Keeley's mum? Or does it mean it's Keeley and she thinks I am her mum? Either way, I don't fucking know a Keeley, and I certainly would never name a child of mine Keeley. That's the name for cheap slappers with 'Tango'd' faces and white eyeliner, and piss poor glamour models from Lewisham. It'd be like calling my child Barbieheart Angelflower..
I heard some woman (I say woman, she looked about 14) calling after her child the other day as it was running off down the road into impeding doom, and what do you think a 14 year old would call her daughter? Glitter of course. I thought 'Glitter' was a name reserved for pets, not for small ginger toddlers with her 4 year old aunties old clothes on, and her 30 year old grannys present of gold hoop earrings addorning her ears.
Anyway, less of this stress, it's making me want to bite my nails, which I have in fact not done for 5 days, the longest time in 19 years that I have not bitten my nails.
If I think of anything else interesting, you'll be the second to know.
Not bad, Chewie. Not bad.
ReplyDeletePs. Music is way more important than politics.