As always the excitement builds over as i start something i used to love, that is to say writting.
and as this is my first blog i find myself sitting here, in what seems to be utter contempt, drinking my wine (and at a young age i assume ill be an alchoholic soon) and smoking my cigerette i wonder what amazing subject to write about.
so i can start with talking about me, why not right? this is my blog and i can as pretencious or stuck up as i like (for the record im a nice guy)
im a 19 year old man, slowly moving through life, though it feels like swimming through mud. like is getting much to difficult, yet i enjoy the minor tasks of everyday life, as well as the little pleasures,
have you ever stopped to listen to the birds, or maybe feel the sun on your shoulders? its worth the moment i admit.
i cant help but blabber on, i should really plan these things out and not just go nuts, oh well theres nothing i can do now.
im, a philosopher at heart and i have the worse housemate in the world. though i live with 4 othersi love them all except the pig head called jamie.
who steals from me, my clothes and uses my fone. invades my space and is genuinly rude. bloody drug users,
grre thinking about him makes me mad.
anywho not much to say, ill leave it here, thanks for listening.
next one will be more interesting i promise.