It's all about you.

I'm still rather busy with all that work stuff so I haven't given much thought to writing anything here.

I have been to your blogs though. So instead of writing about what I'm doing, I'm going to write about you.

Yes you.

You know who you are, ... except for you, you don't even seem to know which way is up but that's probably because you're mother dropped you on your head, it's not your fault, this isn't about you so relax.

But you! Yeees, you! You are very disappointing, I've read your blog, why do you even bother? Each and every time I go there you are very disappointi, ... no, I don't mean you, you are more boring more than disappointing. I'm not going to even go into your boringness and the reasons why you shouldn't be allowed to liv... I said I wasn't talking about you. Your protestations of 'not being disappointing' when I've said that you are more boring than disappointing is boring. Maybe you should get off the blogs and live a little and you wouldn't be so boring.

I'm talking about YOU. ... What? Not this again, I don't mean you, you're clever and funny and never disappointing. You should write more posts. But the person behind you, hiding, yes YOU! You are frightfully disappointing, every time I go to your blog I see something that could be good but it just ends up petering out in a most disappointing fashion. ... I don't care if you can do better ... No, I'm never going to your blog again ... Because it's disappointing to see potential that never fruits ... No, I'm not giving you a second chance ... My expectations are NOT too high. I didn't even have any expectations when I started reading your stuff. It seemed fun, but now it's disappointing ... No, everyone thinks your stuff is rubbish ... Everyone ... No, EVERYONE! ... I don't care if you are me.

[No - this is not a pity post, just some shit I started typing and that was the simplest way I could finish it when it started boring me... disappointing... jokes! I'll do a real update soon... promise!]