My intention with this blog was really to create a complete nothing in which I can express personal, or general, streams of consciousness - whether coherent, relevant, self indulgent, interesting, or otherwise.
All the darlings in my life are constantly subjected to my fancies whether trivial or huge. This has become the basis of most of my friendships, shared passions and shallow but I wanted to create some casual record of my whims, even if only for myself. I anticipate sporadic posts, mostly focused on my guilty pleasures and obsessions - which are often laughable and embarassing - such as song addictions, everyday crushes flirted with on public transport, imagined affairs with fashion images, romantic drivels about the wonders of Bret Easton Ellis, or plain and simple enraged rants.
I don't expect you to give a shit. Any of you. But, here I am.
Just another product of British popular culture who's chosen to set up yet another blog, under the illusion/pretence that I'll bother with this long term.
If I'm honest though, I hope it lasts.
POST SCRIPT
American singer-songwriter and full-time babe, Lissie (a much-adored guilty pleasure), wrote a song that says something along the lines of "I got a lot o' lovin'..." which in turn says something about my own ideals and game plan in life - Love and live and Laugh and pass out somewhere comfortable eventually.
However, the version of her song that I've lazily searched for on youtube is something even I find too middle-of-the-road to post due to overproduction; so instead, here I post her surprisingly resonant cover of Metallica's Nothing Else Matters which suits my mood today quite aptly. Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewM29vjE1W4
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