Recently, a friend of mine just started a blog. He was telling me that he had no idea what to put on it, and that his mind just goes blank whenever he tries to write some shit on it. Well, I told him that he should just write about whatever he's thinking of or looking at in that case. I mean, even the Great Me, Myself does that, and if it's good enough for Me, it should be good enough for him, right? I then proceeded to tell him that there was this one time I wrote an entry about how my nostril hair had split ends
, and how even such a post got two comments from people who weren't me.
Man, I kick ass so much.
I suppose I should apologise for posting so sporadically lately, but then who would I be apologising to? I mean, I do not personally know most of the readers of my blog, and also, they have never given me any money. You guys should be apologising for not paying for the privilege of reading my blog, as a matter of fact. However, because I am such a magnificently magnanimous fellow, I shall forgive all of you. Right, I was about to say something, but I forgot what it was. No, don't tell me, let me think about it. Oh yeah, one of my friends recently asked me out for a drink. I told him that I was broke and hence I would not go. This is sort of how the conversation went.
Friend: Hey man, let's go for some wine tomorrow night.
AQ: Nah, I'm super broke.
Friend: Go lah, I buying the first bottle because I just got my first paycheck.
AQ: Score! I'll go drink that first bottle and then I'll go home!
Friend: . . .
Sometimes, I really wonder why I even have friends.