Good Day to you.
I decided that since I haven’t wrote anything new on MySpace since I was still at school – and since I still have no idea how to work Bebo – I’d update this a little bit.
As it’s been quite some time since I actually wrote anything on my page, I was curious to see what other people write on their own pages.
Utter shite, as it turns out.
So, strap yourself in, we’re going on an adventure of bullshit.
Well, we’ll begin the basics I suppose. I live in Glasgow, which was – at first – quite exciting. Now I find myself wallowing in debt, drowning in the cheapest bottles of wine my local Sainsbury’s Metro has to offer and choking on Lambert and Butler.
I’d like to make it quite clear that I do understand the difficulties involved in smoking whilst submerged in wine. Perhaps even you did too. If you did I say, well done for noticing that, but if you give me a phone we can meet up maybe for a coffee or something whilst you can sit and watch me care.
The reason – by the way – that I live in Glasgow is because I’m at Strathclyde Uni doing Primary Teaching. I say “Primary Teachingâ€, it really is more like Clown College.
Upon researching other people’s pages I noticed that many people tell everyone else about their friends. Here we go then.
First and foremost there is my best friend Boab. The reasons I call him my “best friend†are plentiful. Firstly, it is because he’s the friend I spend most of my time with and that I know will always listen – or pretend to listen – to my continuous stream of shit that I talk. Secondly I give him this title as I think it will annoy him a bit. Furthermore, he’s the one who has always managed to never be an annoyance to me. This may strike you as odd – if you know Boab. What with him being, on the whole, an insufferable cunt. I quite like that quality about him. Nothing that goes through his strangely sized head is not expressed verbally. It ain’t done with smoke and mirrors. I do have many other friends, in several different circles, but balls to listing them all, it’d be too much like a who’s who of the losers that live in the Glasgow area.
I was just in the middle of a paragraph about my musical interests, but I wouldn’t care to read about yours, so I’m assuming you wouldn’t care to read about mine. So you can judge my tastes on whatever song is currently playing as you read this.
Well since all I had prior to writing this small essay on Dan, was “Helloâ€, then I think I’ve wrote enough.
If you’d like to know more about Dan, why not check Ceefax page 362?
You could do that, but since I’ve no idea what’s on that Ceefax page, you’d probably be best just asking me. Or Boab. He’d be able to tell you pretty much everything you’d need to know.
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