Eat my loins.

2 years? Time for a new blog post.

So, since then, a fair amount of stuff has happened. Things like - but not limited to - eating, washing, talking occasionally, working and shitting. The latter activity having been performed to differing strenuous and smelly degrees.

Today. This day of days. What possible event could have spurred me to write something? I'm always considering writing. I always think, "Oh, I'd like to do that. That would be good." And then I don't do it. Why should I? It's only something I want to do for numerous fulfilling and enriching reasons. I have pages of websites that regularly update and I need to check them. I need to check them, then leave the page, and then reload the page when I can't think of something to do within 3 seconds. I could quite easily end up spending that vacant time pondering something meaningful, and God knows, the fucking bastard, we don't want that to happen.

Yeah, just sit there, you wretched little nincompoop. I'll get you. I'll wrangle your jollys. That's what I'll do.

You like your jollys, don't you? Me too.

Signing off until 2016. You complete berk.