Im 22 years old and what is this

So I deleted myspace in a fit of anger, it was possibly the best, smartest and coolest thing I ever did. So rather than creating a new one that I will promptly delete in my next furious rage I had a brainwave and came here, Ive never blogged before and I feel moderately retarded for doing so, but I guess it had to happen at some point.


It definately beats acting like I give half a shit and agonising over how to project myself to the masses of multicoloured meatheads that inhabit myspace

OH HAI I LIKE SAMURAI PIZZA CATS AND LOADS OF OTHER HARDOUT 80S SHIT YOU SHOULD WORSHIP ME FOR BEING OBSCURE AND NOSTALGIC...I dont want to be that guy. Although that statement is probably going to bite me in the ass when I get around to decorating this thing.


Soooooooooooooooooooooooo, as it stands right now in my life im teetering on the brink of homelessness, sicker than a dead MJ and literally angry with rage. And because google has kindly given me a free diary to moan at I will most likely post my inane ramblings here. With all kinds of juicy secrets that people with no life, like me, will come here and read. Feel free to relate to me. Im very relateable. If you're an eccentric suicidal obsessive compulsive. ALRIGHT LETS DO THIS.