i think?

I know I use this blog to never really say anything important but see how many curse words I can fit into one sentence without sounding angry.

Well that's about to change.

The main reason why I never write anything of meaning on here is because, like last year, if I happen to die in any way shape or form. I didn't want people who I new who found my blog to be introduce to a whole bunch of depressing shit like that Nigerian underwear bomber and that dude who shot that gym up in Philly. Not that I have anything in common with those fruits. I for one could never kill a bunch of innocent people just because I wasn't banging broads left and right, mainly because I have the option to bang broads from left to right, lulz.

But really guys I'm trying to be cereal aka serious for a moment. I write, I don't know what the hell I write or even why I write but I do. None of it has ever made it to this blog. Unlike most people who blogs I come across who write like they came from the times of "ye old English", it makes me dry heave a little bit.

I write the way I want to write. I'll tell you this though, I can not write short stories or anything beyond that length. Not that I'm dumb or anything but I tend to lose interest in what I'm doing after a while. The story may seem interesting when I start it but I eventually I get bored with it and abandon it.

Some of the stuff I'm gonna post on here is either stuff pulled from my own life or me rambling just to be rambling. You probably won't be able to tell the difference. But as soon as somebody comments with "His poor whittle heart" I'm going to track you down and I'm going to hurt you. True Story.

On a Side note, when I was typing this into my ipod touch note app, this looked book length.