It is now half-past twelve at night and I am still sitting at my computer and have just decided to write a blog for the very first time. I have been outside twice today since waking at half-ten this morning and the first time was at about eight pm to buy cigarettes. As you might have guessed the other two times were to smoke in the garden. Ok, so the final time I was writing as well but I don't think a pat on the back is merited just yet.

What are the chances anyone is going to read this, the ramblings of a sarcastic cynic with too much time on his hands, a bug up his ass that has a chip on its shoulder. On the plus side I'm beginning to understand why women do not queue up down the street. It'd be a road hazard for one. I reckon it also might have something to do with the Tesco's at the end of the road. If there were a queue of ladies the customers would probably join it thinking it was for the tills. No seriously, the queues in there are insane. I'd like to take a moment to give a shout out to Delwin, the people's champ.

I am going to look back on what I have written either in ten minutes or the morning, depending on what comes first (I just read back and this part makes no sense but I am keeping it in because of what I am writing here now...this bit), and realise that I am just making a complete tool of myself (Yep). But I won't delete it because then I'll have wasted however long I've been writing and posting this will be some sort of record that I at least did something today...even though it is technically tomorrow now.

Before I started writing this I clicked onto the seven people that are technically my friends to see what they have been up to. When I say friends I mean in as in I've known them in fresh air...except the guitar chick whose names escapes me currently. She only got added today because she requested it and her music was kinda cool. So I'm supporting her in the small way that clicking 'accept' allows. It got me thinking though. Why me? Was it a case of her trawling the site and suddenly deciding that of all the people on here I'm one of a select few that she wants to acknowledge? Course not. I mean Russ has her on his listing as well. I think I feel a little cheap. To continue; on either side of her contacting me I must have received in total four or five other 'friend' requests. All bands. All wanting my attention. I look to the side and the picture of myself in the mask with the gun and think 'does that scream groupie'? Would people really want me following them around. (Kujan has no choice because we live in the same residence).

I am hoping at this point that at least Faye might be reading this. I know I make her laugh though I get a whiff that its a sympathy vote. (NB: Not looking for sympathy, just ranting).

So what do people do on here? Just follow a trail, requesting friends for hours until they can boast popularity? And how many people go for celebrities? Chances are its not actually them. Out of curiosity I looked at my film collection, picked a random name and typed it in. There are 55 Christina Ricci's on here! She either has fifty-five different personalities, all of them the same person, or some people get delight at pretending to be this person. Isn't that identiy theft? If I'd known we were allowed to do that I'd have been Johnny Depp or Billy Warlock (you girls still like him, right?).

Look at me! I am still writing this as if people are actually reading! I'm doing it now and I can't seem to stop! Screw it, I just yawned. I should sleep as I have a job interview in the afternoon. If only I could think of a neat way to sign off.