First of all, this has been bugging me a bit. Guys. When you write blogs, pweesr put your name in the post title. I know it's not necessary, I'm just a massive faggot control freak lololol.
Today, after playing with my sisters boyfriends iPad 2 I have decided that that is the way forward and have really re-considered the whole MacBook pro shizzle. So yeah, I have thus, decided to give my old' reliable iPod touch away and decided to get a big-ass iPod classic. Not sure how I'm going to go about that yet. I'm going to miss you Brenda. Yes, she is called Brenda.y first one was called Viera. Anyone know what that's a reference too? I'll mention it in my next post just too see if anyone is awesome.
I love how I don't actually have Internet at the weekend and I come home to find Oliver and Sam having an all out rage war on here. I would enjoy it more of they advertised the fucking blog on Facebook and twitter but y'know. No one cares what the fatty has to say about things.
Yeah. It's currently 2:44 in the morning. It probably wont be by the time I post it, because I'm not very good at typing on this gosh-darn iPod. I feel like if I stay up any longer, I'm going to start to imagine Brad Pitt and want to start fighting people. I'm really tired. But really cannot seem to stop thinking about things so I can drift off to the land of nod.
I'd I read this back tomorrow and it makes perfect sense I'm going to be so happy I'm probably going to choke on the bun that Sam will have lovingly bought me for Bunday-Monday. A little one time tradition that spawned last week.
Wow. I'm really losing steam here. You know what I could do with? Poking a hipster in a cage. Lololololnewbandthesmithslololol.
Hahaha I'm sorry. I know how mad it gets you. But I don't really care. The argument that you two have been having has made me smile. Moreso than listening to midget porn on my iPod whilst in church.
I don't know Why, but every time I close my eyes, I hear the screams of a thousand burning infants. What do you think that means? I had a sex dream about Misty from Pokemon last night. That was odd to say the least. I woke up remembering that I hadn't enjoyed that dream at all....
Anyways. I think I'm going to try to get some sleep again. Don't know of I'll be successful. We'll see. Who knows? I might wake up with a whole load of skin heads making soap in my living room tomorrow, screaming about some chick named Marla.
Night noo noo.
Much love.
Peace bro.
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