First post, this is a big moment.
I don't really expect to gain many, if any, followers on this Blog, its sole purpose is to allow me a nice little corner of the internet in which to vent my frustrations and air my ponderings. I'm one of those strange people who lets things build up, you see, without ever really making a fuss so the idea of little virtual soap-box that allows me to rain down hellfire and brimstone via binary was something I thought I'd give a try.
So on that note, if you have stumbled here accidentally, lost and afraid in the strange world of the internet, you may click the red cross situated in the top right hand corner of your screen which will help you to escape. I'll just wait here.
Are you gone?
Oh, you're still here.... Well this is awkward.... That was essentially my introduction, designed to scare you off, and you're still here? Oh well, I suppose if you're staying I can ramble on about a few more things before you go.
I suppose I'll continue with a kind of overview of what I'm going to be writing about. It's all terribly interesting and involving and I'm sure you'll like it if, like me, you enjoy long, boring posts that mean little to anybody other than the person who is writing them. But, due to my own inflated sense of self worth I'm just going to assume that the issues of my life, my opinions and my hobbies are all things you wish to read about avidly.
What types of things am I going to be writing about I hear you ask in a tone of almost deathly boredom and spite? Well, if you're really interested I'll tell you.
I'm a big SAFC fan so as you can imagine there will be numerous posts regarding the club which will, after years of experience I can confidently state, follow a set pattern.
Sunderland struggle.
Things look up.
I start to believe again.
We start to do well.
We fuck it up.
Repeat from top.
Regarding the constant belief that good times are ahead only to have such beliefs crushed leads me right into my next common topic. Myself.
If talking about myself was a job, then I'd be a billionaire and wouldn't be wasting my time talking to you on the internet. As it stands, it isn't a job, but that isn't going to stop me dedicating at least 40% of my day wittering on about myself. Unfortunately for you, lost and confused reader, I have just finished University, so I can only apologise that instead of tales of parties and good times you are about to embark on a literary journey with me into the world of the dole and job-hunting. (I really know how to sell myself, eh?)
Oh, sometimes I like to write down little stories, if I do one I like I might share it with you. Steal it and become famous from it and I'll find you. I really will.
Anyway, as for now I'm bored of this blogging thing, so I'm going to sign off now. I'm locking the door on my way out so you're going to be stuck in here till I get back. I've left enough food and water for two days. You better hope I'm feeling interesting.
