So, this is the 100th post on MoaN. I just thought I'd mention that because I keep looking at the title and I can't shake the feeling that it's a little bit vague.
100 posts sounds like a lot until you, you know, actually think about
it for more than a second and realise that it totally isn't a lot.
There are people posting daily, and even a weekly blog; which MoaN
ostensibly is, though you'd never know it from the erratic way I was
posting, before I just abandoned it altogether; would notch up 100
posts pretty quickly.
No, 100 posts is not much of an achievement at all. What it is
is enough of a milestone that when I noticed that I was sitting on 99
it gave me a shove to round that shit off. So this is me, posting for
the 100th time.
Right, that's that done. Now I'm off to watch some more porn. Hmmm, Zoe Britton...
No, of course that's not it! When have I ever come on here and not
rambled for f*cking ages? Never, that's right. Gold star for you. But
what am I to speak about? I don't want this to be a regular post where
I rustle up some traumatic memory from my childhood; it seems like
after such a long gap a catch up post is in order. But what great and
significant things have happened to me since last I clogged up your eye
Well, I'm still living in the same place. Still pining over the same
woman who won't give me the time of day (I know it's sad but if you
knew the woman in question you wouldn't blame me; she lovely). Still
doing the same job... Ooh, I did get a pay rise which means that yes, I
am now earning more than minimum wage, but no, I'm not yet achieving my
lifelong dream of cracking a grand in take home pay. One day, f*ckers,
Er... I've read a few books. Watched a lot of TV. Is that interesting
at all? Probably not right? This shit is harrrrrrrd, I'm starting to
remember why I stopped doing it in the first place.
I started watching Breaking Bad recently, about a month after everyone
watched the finale, cos that's how I roll. It's cool so far. No
This is degenerating fast...
My boss followed me on twitter. I closed my account then reopened it
and blocked him. It seemed like the thing to do. Later my mother
followed me on twitter. That shit didn't stand for long either. Begone
woman, and never darken my virtual doorstep again!
Ok, it's official, it's impossible to fill a post with stuff about my
life, even when you have nearly a year of stuff to work with. God I'm
dull. So if I do keep the blog going now that I've revived it, and I
make no promises; or more accurately, threats; on that score, it'll be
back to telling stories about my childhood. I'm told that's moderately
entertaining, in a Lifetime Movie, schadenfreude-esque way.
So until then, whenever then is, I'll leave you with this; Pessimism is realism. Optimism is insanity.