Fourth Post: It's Late Because I Decided to Have a Social Life Yesterday

So yeah, as the title suggests, I went out for fucking hours last night for a mate's birthday. Shockingly enough, it was my first proper night out, but it was good stuff, apart from shitty doorstaff. But yeah, the mates that stuck around on the same floor as me saw a rare thing; me headbanging. Full-on. And there was one other dude in an Iron Maiden tee who I kept bumping into. The kinship was awesome.

A joke: Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Sunn O)))
Sunn O))) who?
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Post 3: Wherein Nothing Happens Again

Well, I say nothing, I'm actually knocking together a blog banner for a friend. Isn't it funny how much more specific people are suddenly capable of being when you've made something for them? ; ] But whatever, it's something to do, and it's not as if I mind. Hopefully I'll have something better for you tomorrow, seeing as it's a friend's 19th. Beck.

Post Number Two

Hello again. As you may imagine, I've got nothing to talk about again. Hell, pretty much the only reason I'm updating this is because I'm being pestered by some little lass. So, in light of my lack of stuff to go on about, I'm now going to provide you with some Roots Manuva.

Again with the restarting...

After some minor prodding from a certain female who shall remain unnamed but is entirely aware of who she is, this is another post signifying that I'm going to try and fucking use this thing more often (read: more than once a year). So, because I am bereft of things to discuss or gripe about, here is some Bob Dylan.