Okay, I got annoyed with my last blog so we got a divorce. It's keeping the children.
So anyway. You do not want to know about me. Well, you probably do, but if you found out then you'd probably wish you hadn't. The sole purpose of this blog is to vent the crazy so those around me don't have to suffer its wrath. Don't get me wrong, a little crazy from time to time is good, but it's got to the point where I think I'm on the verge of getting a brain transplant because this one seems to hate me.
So yeah. Read on if you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you; this blog is to complain in.
And thus begins.
I am a socially awkward humanoid. I am the most useless conversationalist you ever met, because I do not have anything interesting to say and so I just don't say anything. Was never real a problem until fairly recently because I thought I already had all the friends I needed, but you are probably scoffing at my naivity as you read this. My friends are alright for what they are, but we're beginning to find our differences, and seeing as I am utterly and totally crapadoodledoo at making new friends, I'm soon going to be left with no one, especilly as in a few short months I'm going to be moving away and they obviously aren't following.
Also, I have never been on a date. (Oh, here we go again, that old chesnut...) My first kiss was wasted on a fish of a dude who afterwards just said "took you a while" and fell asleep. Once I had a pretend boyfriend (we texted, that was it), but he was exactly that, and also had a number of other pretend girlfriends who he didn't feel the need to talk about. I have no problem with there being others cos I'm a commitment-phobe, but there really is no need to lie about it. Anyway, I'm a lonely old git sometimes. If I like someone they'll probably never find out (unless you're named after a German rock band, in which case I will tell you and then you'll pretend to die and see if I leave). Okay, maybe I mixed two stories together there, but whatever.
And now there's a rather wonderful slightly bearded gentleman in my life (at work) who is one of three people I've managed to talk to in the month I've worked there and I adore him. I tracked him down on Facebook (as is the norm these days) but didn't add him because I have only sixty something friends (shock, horror!) and... well I'm not exactly sure why I didn't. But hey-ho, as is the life of the weirdo with no logic floating around in that thing perched upon my shoulders.
Wow, I've written loads... Just out of interest, let me know if you read this or even if you read the title, got bored, scrolled down to a short bit and just read that?