Ahem!

Arien did this. Why can't I?
I'm only doing this because I might be rich if enough of you click on the adverts below. I might not, but $100 sounds quite nice if you ask me. And Ariens made a whole pound so far. So yes, click away foolzzz...
I could just end this here and rake in the cash. But that would be lazy and stupid of me. So here goes...
I was sitting on the Xbox about 10 minutes ago with my friend, Ben. You don't know him I assure you. Anyway that doesn't matter because he went home and my brother came in and kicked me off. I'm alot taller and scarier than him, but he had a friend, and his friend was one of those little annoying people who grasses you up for everything, so I let them on out of fear of having to take my iPod out in the middle of that amazing introduction to Bittersweet Symphony. I find it interesting the way my brother says "you can choose what game we play" to his friend, and then every game that he doesn't like is apparently "broken"or "one player". Thats a seven year old for you.
His friend's also one of those people that seems to be interested in nearly goddam everything that you own. Especially my pet rats, whom now don't like me because I woke them up during their sleep... so an over keen seven year old could point and go "aww".
So yes, now I've got a bloody annoying rat bite on the tip of my finger which kills, and there's an annoying kid behind me trying to read what I'm writing.
Penis sucking necrophiliac.
Read that out loud motherfucker.
Anyway, I'm off to eat weetabix and write an essay to a leaf...or a card...
Don't worry.
Goodbye.

(This bit was written in October when my blogs are good)
Sorry that these first few are shit. I was a twat back then.