no sex in the champagne room...

as kanye west (the great) previously stated, 'how could you be so heartless?'  i feel compelled to ask yet another question, why facebook your seemingly pathetic life away, when you could blog?  so many more emotions, so many more windows of sensitivity to be opened!  

while so many of us find blogs to have ulterior purposes other than to drown out said lack of emotion/feelings, i instead find solace in these georgia-font words.  where my heart used to be you will find a blackhole of sarcasm and self pity.  

so, that was my take at wearing an emo hat.  did it fit?  hell no, and it made my hair a mess.  

how about i wear what truly does capture the essence of my being.  a hood, because i am...so gangster.  

sorry, yet another lame attempt at a joke.  if you did chuckle, however, run and gather your coe cash--the pub needs more saps like you paying for it's ridiculously priced bags of tea.  chai for $1.19?  (insert swear word here) you crazy?  

another lame point, i gave up swearing for lent.  Now instead of the F-bomb fluttering in my mind, all i muster are the words 'epic failure.'  perhaps now's the appropriate time to fall into my aforementioned 'emo' state of being.  At least for the next forty days (and nights) it would be entertaining.  

thus the end of my first blog.  i am terrible.  i hope i never practice.  i just wasted the last remaining moments of my swearing life.

fuck. 

and now it's midnight.  

no love, sarcasm