I'm bored, and the blog's under some serious LOAS (Lack of Appreciation Syndrome), and I'm just sick of Amjad's ridiculous two liner blogs. Which pretty much adds up to everything sucking endlessly.
So I'll do the natural thing and consider deleting the blog for good, but then I remind myself of how much buttons I'll have to click for that. Please note that I'm now 19 years old, not 17 as the profile suggests, and that's 4 clicks, 5 tops. Maybe a couple of key strokes.
So I'll just fiind something to bitch about for a few minutes before I try to go read something that I might trip on and hurt myself badly on if I didn't (all the unread books go on the floor, along with everything else).
So you should have understood by now how this blog really works (you should have also noticed by now that I start every paragraph wih so). I usually find something to bitch about and try to resolute to learning something new about myself through it, but I'll make an exception for this post. Partly, because I don't wish to expand on one of a lot of particular of the many that are bothering me now, and partly because favouring one thing by hating it more would only make me hate the unfavoured less, and if we've realised anything from post dated 29th August 2007, it's that I hate everything that I hate in a perfectly proportional to how much they suck.
So I'll save my and yourselves a lot of time (Honestly, I just want to make more self-loathing time for everyone) and tell you new realizations that you will oblige to agreeing with me on blindly.
Things that are utterly and completely an absolute waste of precious brain cells :-
Greek Mythology. Sigmond Frued. Muscat. University Admission "Officers". Shatti Cinema. Oman Mail (or whatever they're called). Oman Mobile. Nokia. Apple. Samsung Airconditioners (Don't ask). Range Rovers. Range Rovin' Drivin' Cocks (I wouldn't do the victory dance just yet, Porsche Cayenne, you're right up there) and Amjad.
Now please post something purposeful in the comments section. I've been reading your comments lately and if I didn't know there will be a lot of clicking involved, I would have cleaned the place up a little.
p.s. It must've felt great when Bill Hicks found out that he was gonna die from cancer and got up on stage and took the piss on everyone.