To be fair it's not like I've really done anything. To recap the last
twelve months: came back to uk, have been generally unwell since I
have been here, started a company, sold a company, got myself in a
world of debt. Bought another van, which is currently on sale if
anyone is interested. I think that covers it really.
I suppose there have been lots of mini news throughout the last year.
I have injured my genitals more in the preceding 52 weeks than over
the course of the entirety of my previous life, including cuts,
maulings, and a fairly painful chemical burn.
Due to the fact that I'm pretty sure that nobody even reads this any
more, I'm not entirely sure why I am even posting. Maybe because it's
5 am I can't sleep and there's only so much porn you can watch.
Soooo, ummmm, what to talk about.
Have decided to start writing a novel. No idea what it will be about,
but with a title like 'Wanking and Popcorn, For a Better Life
Experience' it's gonna practically write itself.
Seeing as every fucker and their aunt are currently trying to get
money out of me, quite unjustly, in my opinion, considering I lied
about my income when I applied for credit from them, I might just fuel
up Monty the Masculine Man-Wagon (the larger of the campervans) and
become a travelling ..... Summat or other. It's all a bit hazy at the
moment, but I'm sure I pointed out it's only 5am.
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