Why am I blogging? I don’t really know..yet.
Urban dictionary‘s top definition of a Blog is as follows:
My first thoughts on Blogs were something along the lines of ‘Why do these Fuckwits think anyone gives a shit about their day to day lives?’
And to be honest, I still do think that there are hundreds of people out there who are sharing far too much mind-numbingly boring information to complete strangers. This is where I work, this is where I live, this is what I like to eat, this is a photo of my ikkle puddy cat Mr SnugglePuss wearing a hat…you get the idea. They are basically advertising for a Stalker, or at least they would be if their content didn’t cause potential stalkers to poke their own eyes out with a stick out of boredom.
On the other hand, I do often come across little gems hidden underneath the shit. These rarer breeds are like my own caffeine fix (FYI stalkers I hate coffee with a passion), they give me a little boost because they make me laugh/smile/cry and I enjoy reading them.
So to conclude…I don’t know why I’m blogging. I think I’m going to use it to write down all my rants and raves; the things that piss me off (slow walking people, people who can’t spell, people who leave the freezer door open in supermarkets…more on those later) and the things which make me happy or ”LOL/ROFL/LMFAO’ (Karl Pilkington, the sun, waking up just before my alarm, seeing a man drop and smash his phone because he was too busy looking down my top to watch his step etc etc….) I understand that this pretty much contradicts my own opinions on blogs but so what, sue me.
I won’t pretend that my posts will be deep, meaningful explorations into the meaning of life but I solemnly swear that I will not be posting any photos of dressed up pets, my face from all angles or photos of my dinner. Even if one person stumbles across this blog and it makes them laugh then thats fine by me.