bollocks

I have no idea what to write here.

At first I never liked the idea of blogging, who the hell wants to read shit about my life. Honestly, who cares. Hands up who cares. Ah, just like I thought. Nobody. I am just one of millions of bloggers in the world, what can I add to the masses that is so important, funny, insightful, or useful that warrants another blog on the ‘net. Really, all I have is just inane shit like this.

Why even bother?

Why take the time out of my free days, and nights, to write something useless down (to which I have no idea).

Yet, here I am still trying to have a crack at this blogging business.

No idea at all.

Not a drop.

Not a quark.

Even as I write, I am yet to conjure up an idea that is worth while.

But something will come it always does, somehow.

I guess I’ll just keep on writing to get a flow going, get something down to say ‘I’m a blogger’ to the real world. It’s like a wise friend  of mine always says ‘You can never find anything when…’ - I know! Maybe I can write funny things that happen to me in life, thats an idea. Or! perhaps, maybe, I can use this blog as an outlet for my writing, small snippets of ideas. Thats a good idea, I like it.

Or, maybe still, I can use it to vent about all the crap in life. My blog becomes my exhaust, even better idea. I like it too.

Or…

Ah, fuck it, I’m going to bed.