Not the same

It has been recently bought to my attention that I am not as funny as I used to be. I received an email from someone whom I do not know, but they felt the need to tell me what I am doing right and wrong and to give me a friendly “you are not as funny as your old blogs”. I’m not quite sure if that sentence makes complete sense, but thank you anonymous swine, I will try and be funnier.

Let me see. Well today my little brother informed me that the little ball of hotness I witnessed a month ago today is soon to be informed of what a perve I am. If I cared this could be classified devastating news, but I have a girlfriend so to be honest I couldn’t give a shit. I mean, it’s not like the girl doesn’t know she is hot.

In other news I am having yet another lonely weekend. All my friends are at Uni and my girlfriend is busy; so it’s just me, a bottle of red wine, 2 assignments, an acoustic guitar and a block of cheese.

God, am I tragically trying to be funny? I think I am. Good god, is there anything more pathetic than the kid at the party who tells the lame jokes? I’m going to crawl under a rock now.

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