oh and before we start i really need to make this clear. the sole motivation behind my blogging today is i'm getting a tad annoyed with the first post my eyes are forced to digest is related to manchester scum. and by 'tad' i really mean 'loads'. by annoyed i mean really really pissed,
so that shall change now.
but it seems we've hit a little bump. No, no ones pregnant. What? You mean my fellow-blog-owner-who-just-a-few-posts-back -had-the-audacity-to -suggested-luigi-and-i-have-ran-out-of-blogging-ideas-infuriating-us-
when-we-did-nothing-to-deserve-his-wrath? (ps. nothing on that day at least heh)
nah, i'm afraid you have to ask him. What i actually meant was i have nothing to blog about, so lets improvise.
hm lets see, american idol was concluded recently in style; the winner more than worthy, coincidentally the reason why i'm missing AI pretty badly now. oh having been brought to my attention recently that reiteration is important if your words are to leave a memory,
i
need
more
david
cook
songs.
always be my baby has been played 152 times on my ipod, still too little imo. but i need a single by him, just so we can bask and perhaps fornicate in his greatness.
hah, no i'm kidding. well depends who's around, ya dig dawg?
whoops. guess now we can save some time and skip my denial of any AI withdrawal syndromes, and move on to why people hate spoilers.
i tried to be a good samaritan once,
divulging some bleach insights,
thou has yet to be read,
to my horror,
i was not thanked,
but disgracefully sweared at,
why should this have,
happened to me?,
when all i tried,
was to do a good deed?,
and its imperative,
that i halt here,
cause i'm really bored now. the end.
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