eveyone's a jerk

everyone's blogging and i didnt want to feel left out. is basically what happened. even though i think blogging is a bit arrogant and self-centred. like who thinks that any of their thoughts are worth publishing? thats pretty much saying that you think what you think is important and read-worhty to everyone. thats not cool. its only trying to get people to reaffirm your self proposed greatness. i dont like that.

though this is making me perhaps worse off than those responsible for this wave of blogging *cough* simon *cough cough* because here i am falling into suit like some sort of well dressed sheep. i mean come on how many sheep wear suits? you know it would look good. although thinking about it, its actually kind of sick, because some suits are made of wool. well maybe not sick. but definately wierd, like i'd look wierd if i fashioned a suit out of simon's hair thats in a bag in the flat. like really wierd. but i guess it would be ok maybe if the sheep was wearing a suit made out of its own wool. then its just like some sort of new hair style, or something. i guess i could do that too. but i'd need more hair. and its easier for sheeps as they have hair all over. simon could probably do it. he has lots of hair. and it sort of reminds me of wool. maybe you could spin it? i dont know. i'm no weaver. is it a weaver who spins wool? or maybe its like a spinner. i know they have spinning wheels, but does that dictate the name of the proffession? i mean there are looms, but no loomers. things are sometimes looming though. on second thoughts i think those guys are called weavers. so who spins wool?

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where was i? i kinda lost my train of thought. aha but i can just read back and find out. the beauty of the blog.

i just reread it and it made me think of something else. once when i was younger me and my dad were having mcdonalds in town hall square in leicester, and i fed a chicken mcnugget to a pigdeon. it ate it. all of it. think about that...