About beginnings

Well, When i originally started this blog, (about fifteen minutes ago) i only actually did it so i could make entries in someone elses. Yes, that means that this blog is a POTENTIAL ABORTION. It could go at any time. So put not your faith in drunken bored writers of blogs, i say nay, go and get a life! If you're skint, go to a bargain basement shop, and buy one from there.

About this blog: Apart from being a POTENTIAL ABORTION, this is in fact the seventh blog i have had. Well, my other ones were simply collections of writings and stories done in my younger, more positive days, before i had kids. And trust me, they suck the optimism RIGHT out of you. Kind of like optimism vampires. (I wonder what they would look like if Stan Lee drew them?) I could have called this 'The book of Jun, Part Seven: The highflying aerobatics show" But i decided not to. Obviously. What are you, an idiot?

I once read a book, where some old crotchety sorceror said something along the lines of 'Curtains are useless. They dont even keep the draught out.' All i could think of? Of course they dont you fucktard, theyre curtains. Not glass. Idiot.