Hi there. My name Is Mike. Mike is enough for you. But if you want, you may call me Maÿk. Or Blog master. Or squeegy, hobbo, banana. Or "HEY YOU! Yes, you! Mutther Fucker". But I prefer not this last one.
Seriously.
There I am, losing my life, losing AT life again, trying to make another attempt to make a blog. Well, Lets start this!
Ok. Its now 10h58, PM, and I'm working tomorrow morning at 6h30 AM. till 2 Pm. And then, AGAIN, 6 PM to 9 PM. WHATTAMAYDOINGUP? Ask me, but don't repeat the answer; I won't listen to myself, I'm even afraid of what I could say. ... I was trying to make a metaphor to picture how much I'm tired, But instead, I found myself writing what I'm failing at, and don't even think its a good enough reason to stop and undo it. I'M THAT TIRED. I suppose I should go to sleep. I will go soon. I'm just trying to make that first post awesome. Something I'm, not only SO failing at, but pushing at the extreme line of the no-turning back idiotity. Is that even a word? Don't know. Don't really want to know, not now. You'll tell me later.
As a matter of explanation, I should say for my defense that I normally use french. I write this in english, as an attempt to reach the maximum people. And Cause I want it too. At first, I tought I should have said something about experiencing in second langage but... Fuck off. Do I need to remember you How tired I Am? I tried to eat earlier:
That's how tired I am. I know, its Scary. I promise I won't do it again. Sorry, so sorry.
Heading to bed.
EDIT: Its idiocy. I know now. Thanks to my boyfriend T_T
EDIT 2: Thanks to Boyfiend , AGAIN, now I'm praticquel-li eerohrrs, fry-ee *giggles*
