Oh harbinger of sorrow I weep empty tears to thee, for yonder are my dreams, tossed aside for materials I wish not to brag upon death.

Hey, I write when I'm in my boxers. Creature of habit staying true. Truthfully, I can't stand bloggers anymore. Its either they have no sense of humor and/or they try too damn hard to follow formulas that "works". For all intellectual purposes, pro-bloggers are thinning to the rampant social drones of monetary diggers. Blog for hits = money? Sure I'll slut myself.

I'll post pictures of myself in different places with different people but wearing the same goddamn smile in a slightly bent angle in every single picture.

I'll conceive interactive questions for viewers (eg. do I look good with/without this bra?).

I'll write an advertorial with the use of media presses with near zero personal commentary. Oh wait, heres a picture of myself using the product. Endorse me please?

I'll try to use big words but I don't really know the meaning.

I'll play by emotional cliches an write in rhyme and trickery that is so vague, an eight year old would feel attached.

I'll post up lyrics of a song that is being overplayed and feel like no one gets what you're trying to say.

I'll wear skimpy dresses to clubs to entice viewers and devoid the meaningless texts in between.

..and then I think I'm a good at PR.

Please, get out of the formula you cultural degenerates. I'm no better than you, but damn son atleast I'm trying to be myself here.

I like blogs with jokes.

ps, if someone comments about how they feel insulted and offended, I don't give a damn.