This and that

I’ve made no conscious decision to blog more this year. Last year’s low output was primarily a result of not having an internet connection at home and disconnecting my cell from the net. While I still don’t have a connection at home my fone is back online so there will probably be a bit more postings.

With that out of the way I wanna wish both of you who still bother to visit this page occasionally a happy new year and all that good shit. It’s gonna be a helluva year. It’s been very eventful so far and we’re still in the first fortnight. But fuck the news. Damn, I can’t believe ‘fuck’ is not in this fone’s dictionary. Remedied. As I was about to say, the news is depressing; crime and politics. And while I play my part in driving you to Prozac, believe me it’s no fun for me either.

Which brings me to the purpose of this post. There is no purpose to this post. Specifically, I feel there is no purpose for me to continue blogging, or to restart. Seriously. But even as I write this I hear Chris Brown and someone called Chipmunk on the radio. I guess there doesn’t need to be a reason for everything. This obviously contradicts my opening about the likelihood of more posts but it’s been that kind of day so far. The whole prospect of returning to work and doing it all over again just chaps my ass. Even ass is not in this fucking dictionary. Damn.

I need to take my meds.