I've just come to the recent conclusion that no-one actually cares about them, and this has been confirmed to me by a couple of people a while ago, but I'm only just now accepting it. So basically, I'll have them up when I ever get chance to do one and life stops constantly hurling huge flaming barriers in the way.
K.
Thx.
Bye.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Attention readers from all nations
Please follow the greatest tweeter in our world.
THE Charlie Sanghera
He'll make you laugh, cry, and possibly go out and kill someone. But it's all good yeah.
Follow @Charliesanghera
You won't regret it innit.
#GetCharlieVerified
Fool.
THE Charlie Sanghera
He'll make you laugh, cry, and possibly go out and kill someone. But it's all good yeah.
Follow @Charliesanghera
You won't regret it innit.
#GetCharlieVerified
Fool.
Friday, 23 March 2012
Yet again
I am changing this blog's music to something less weird which I intend to keep.
Momentarily it will be changed to some Amon Tobin track from the Splinter Cell 3 Soundtrack.. :L
So yeah..
That is all.
x
Momentarily it will be changed to some Amon Tobin track from the Splinter Cell 3 Soundtrack.. :L
So yeah..
That is all.
x
Another pointless post.
I thought I'd just let you guys know.
These are currently my two favorite emoticons.
\(^o^)/
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yes.
Bye.
These are currently my two favorite emoticons.
\(^o^)/
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yes.
Bye.
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
How to be a boy-band
1. Find at least 4 other males who are as hideously feminine as you.
2. Get physically and verbally abused by a dance choreographer because you can't dance to save your life.
3. Do not become good at any instrument.
4. Sell out to Simon Cowell.
5. Perform in front of large groups of annoying screaming teenage girls.
6. Have some feature about you which makes you slightly different than the others (distasteful hair colour, higher more annoying voice, missing limb, etc)
7. Get other more successful artists (or Simon Cowell) to write all your songs for you.
8. Have your voice auto-tuned because you can't actually sing.
9. Do an occasional badly written rap about "dat girl what lives next door".
10. Grow up and become a convict.
2. Get physically and verbally abused by a dance choreographer because you can't dance to save your life.
3. Do not become good at any instrument.
4. Sell out to Simon Cowell.
5. Perform in front of large groups of annoying screaming teenage girls.
6. Have some feature about you which makes you slightly different than the others (distasteful hair colour, higher more annoying voice, missing limb, etc)
7. Get other more successful artists (or Simon Cowell) to write all your songs for you.
8. Have your voice auto-tuned because you can't actually sing.
9. Do an occasional badly written rap about "dat girl what lives next door".
10. Grow up and become a convict.
15 Days Later...
Oh wow, I can tell this blog is decreasing in quality and consistency yet again, as I haven't done a post in 15 days...and the last one was a picture of my face...yeah, soz.
But! I'm writing another post right now! So I'll get back to that...now!
Hope you're all well!
Ciao xoxo
But! I'm writing another post right now! So I'll get back to that...now!
Hope you're all well!
Ciao xoxo
Monday, 5 March 2012
Man.
I haven't actually put any pictures on any posts in ages... I have no idea why though... Maybe it's because they're all too good to have otherly pictures put next to them (It's probably that).
But anyway, just for the hell of it, I'll attach this one of me looking particularly disgusting on...
Enjoy.
But anyway, just for the hell of it, I'll attach this one of me looking particularly disgusting on...
Enjoy.
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