As I mentioned on a comment elsewhere (I can't remember which post, and Blogger doesn't allow you to list most recent comments - boo), I am totally not feeling the love for this blog.
At all.
The dashboard is all wrong. Everything is all wrong. So, don't be surprised if I move again. God, what a hassle. Just be prepared for a new link. I am going to have to go back to WP... Blah. I miss my old home. I don't really care too much about Fuzzy reading. That is his problem. We're not "friends" anymore. We aren't anything.
Been thinking a lot. I'll stick it out here until Jan. Somewhere to let off steam. If I am still not feeling the new surroundings by then, I'm "going home". That gives me two weeks to "get over the worst of it".
Usually I am always thinking of things to post about. But I just don't feel like a blogger any more. I've had a year of cultivating a persona. I had two nicknames (one that I really loved) and it just felt like a part of me. Even my sniggering behind my hand about tiffin (the *rude* meaning versus the innocent in-between meals snack) can't raise more than a shrug towards it.
Tonight on the train home, I read an article in The London Paper that resonated with me and I thought "oh, I'll blog about that later!" but when I got in, all I wanted to do was write a blog moaning about how I don't like my blog...
I have ripped the article out in case I have a day when I want to discuss it...
Meh.
I hate early days.
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Some of you will know that I like my privacy when ranting on about certain topics. As Blogger doesn't have the facility for passworded posts, you will find them here.
Moran quotes
Don't clap, I'm not a fucking jazz band.
What's going on? What do we do now? DONT FUCK ANYONE; YOU'LL DIE! Never mind, here comes MC Hammer.
Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you say: "Why are we drinking this? This is nothing, it has no smell, no taste! Why are we- W-what are we doing on a traffic island?"
You, you and you, fuck off, we're having tiffin.
And it went, erm, "Funk soul brother... right about now... yeah... it's the, it's the funk soul brother... check it out. It's, er, well... it's the funk soul brother, essentially. He's coming. He's coming at you. It's the, well... it's the funk soul brother." And after a while, I began to penetrate the meaning of this song. I gathered that somebody was about to arrive, and everybody else was terribly excited. Maybe he was bringing cake or something. But the thing was, you see, he wasn't there yet. Haha, that was the hook. I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know? I just think that you get a broom, dip it in some brake fluid, shove the other end up my arse, stick me on a trampoline, in a moving lift, and I would write a better song on the walls.
What's going on? What do we do now? DONT FUCK ANYONE; YOU'LL DIE! Never mind, here comes MC Hammer.
Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you say: "Why are we drinking this? This is nothing, it has no smell, no taste! Why are we- W-what are we doing on a traffic island?"
You, you and you, fuck off, we're having tiffin.
And it went, erm, "Funk soul brother... right about now... yeah... it's the, it's the funk soul brother... check it out. It's, er, well... it's the funk soul brother, essentially. He's coming. He's coming at you. It's the, well... it's the funk soul brother." And after a while, I began to penetrate the meaning of this song. I gathered that somebody was about to arrive, and everybody else was terribly excited. Maybe he was bringing cake or something. But the thing was, you see, he wasn't there yet. Haha, that was the hook. I'm not saying it's a bad song, you know? I just think that you get a broom, dip it in some brake fluid, shove the other end up my arse, stick me on a trampoline, in a moving lift, and I would write a better song on the walls.
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Your old 'blog was an institution, and you're institutionalised...
Blogs are like shoes; it's better if you find one that fits, but the number of people that put up with awkward shaped, toe-crushing blogs for fashion... I don't know... um... I think I lost my analogy somewhere in there; I need more coffee.
I like Blogger - but then, have been using it longer than any of the other blog sites.
Catch you later
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I've never been a huge fan of Blogger myself. WP is a much superior site.
I couldn't even comment on Blogger from home yesterday. It left me with an inner rage that has only just been quelled.
In general I prefer WordPress but Blogger does let you play about a lot more with the layout and stuff. Which can be fun for the first few hours. Since google made blogger it's bitch I've found it to be slightly irritating with all the signing in palavah.
Plus it won't let me add some basic HTML tags like strike.
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