social experiment

the last post about visiting dance bars didn't go down too well with my friends, who were like:

assorted friends: "wtf!?! we have to find about this from your blog??"
and i'm like: "well, you should make the effort to see me more often!" (imagine this said with a little smug toss of the head and maddening smug-face)

jokes aside, it didn't seem like a massively big deal, i was only mildly tickled by the whole thing (now, if it had been the good old days, and i could have witnessed some genuine debauchery, i would have been ALL OVER THE PLACE with it)

anyhooo...

a certain frequent commenter on this blog believes from these rants, that i lead an interesting life. oh hoo ha ha ha ha! you could not be more wrong. on days like the one i'm posting this on, i am Sloth personified. now sloth through the day is alright; but by evening, i will be moronic, and either suicidal or murderous (it depends on what's been on TV all day)

so think twice (!pause for effect here!) before you ask me to post more often. because you may just end up with useless shit like this! MWUHAHAHAHA!