*yawns, stretches*

So hey there, motherfeckheads.

I have been reconnected by the good people at BT Ireland. Thanks for cutting my holidays short, dickheads! Honestly, the competence of some companies just doesn't suit my Irish mentality AT ALL. NOT ONE BIT. Anyway, I was thinking of coming back to the blogosphere, and then I was thinking of not bothering due to an alarming level of complacent contentedness, and then I was thinking, "Well, why waste the love of a good audience?", and then I was thinking, "You know, I really fancy that Matthew Bellamy, am I sick or what?", and then I was thinking, "I really must start Oblivion again seeing as my XBox 360 died and took its hard drive with it", and then I was thinking, "Fuck, my attention levels have gone well down, down as far as the DEPTHS." And then I decided to stop doing so much Ecstasy. But in amongst all that, I was wondering... if I expanded this thing a bit, would anyone care to do a bit of pissy/pissheady scribbling with me? In a contributory sense? I mean, the pay isn't good (it's mostly in file-sharing of Muse albums and Bebo "luv") but, y'know, it might be an outlet. Like, for pent up rage and stuff. I mean, do you have anger issues? Do you growl at newspaper headlines? Have you ever made an effigy of Bertie, Cecilia or Georgina Ahern and razed it to the ground after dousing it in petrol and setting it alight? And most of all, are you able to write? You might email me if you can. You can do that by viewing my complete profile and then clicking the Contact Me button or whatever it is you young people are doing nowadays. Seriously, I won't bite unless you're covered in Joshua Homme. I have a web designer promising stuff to me already, so really all I'm after is an insufferably witty talent who likes Hot Chip and hates Kerry Katona. ARE YOU THAT TALENT? Do pop in for tea.