I’ve lost who I used to be. Not sure how or why, but I have morphed into a person I don’t recognise. And I am doing my best to find her. I used to be funny. I used to be clever. Now all I do is moan and bore myself silly with my mundane drivel. And it’s not just me that bores me. It’s you too.
I joined Twitter a fair few years ago. Hence my stupid high volume of tweets, but you see back then I was funny. I was a piss taker and a lover of life. Now, I can’t even be arsed to tweet cause, well I am boring, and the tweets I read. Boring. I literally yawn when reading some. Who’s had no sleep, who’s poorly, who’s made what and made it better than someone else, who’s got more money, and then there’s the show off tweets from those trying to pretend they’re not showing off and thinking we’re all gullible to believe their shit. Blah blah. Where are the funnies? See it’s not just me, it’s you too.
You bore me* Sorry, it had to be said. This isn’t a competition but I expect I probably bore you. More. Maybe. I dunno. It’s turned into the sun’s agony page. Which is boring.
I probably need to drink more, to laugh more and my god do I need to love life more. Rather than be this miserable cow I’ve become. So I shall drink some more gin. You should probably do that too.
Anyway, I am going to try to find me. And when I do and when I do tweet it won’t be about how tired I am, or if I made a fandabbydozy thingymebob. Well I say that. it could well happen.
Right enough of that, I am boring myself.
*pours another gin*
*Except Nel. She’s funny. Sometimes.