You mean this is my blog!?

Yeah so I've neglected the shit out of this wonderful fucking yoke. I have been pretty damn lethargic lately. Turns out I can't go to SF, damn flight prices. My computer is sick of me. I turn it on and its all like "fuck you Ian, you fucking whore!" and I'm all like "Don't make me turn on fucking standy by mode you carbon fibre cocksucker!" and then he's like "just bring it you insignificant shit bag" Then sometimes I have nothing but others I'll start shouting "Fuck you bee! Fuck you right in the eye! I can't hear you BK broiler! I want to be a race car passenger. "

Then I realise I am talking to myself and laughing to myself while listening to some classic '80's tune and try to do work but it doesnt work so I watch Star Trek or Top Gear or record both of them, eat something then watch Top Gear AND Star Trek back to back.

Yeah fuck bees. Jesus. I want to do nothing but I really want to do something. Fuck. Ass. Shit. Whore.

I really want the new Porsche Cayman S. I want a lot of things but need very little. I hate being materialistic. I think I might study History.

Or do a Phd and become an academic. I am reassessing my life. It's tough. Bare with me. Or should that be bear?

Motherfucker.