Blog-cherry-pop;

• Artists you've never heard of, that I know you've never heard of, but pretend I assume you've heard of.
• Artists I do know that, although mediocre,  I can say I was there from the beginning.
• Made up words that will one day more painful then watching bad child actors.
• Photos I took with my SLR
• A blend of philosophy that I will share after 2 minutes in my mind, and blasé words that took a good 2 hours to construct and perfect

Now that I've put all that on my blog, let me just say, these will be sporadic, scatty, perhaps rambling, but at least truthful and with a sense of humour. I know I'm not cool; I used to buy flowers for my Mum on the way home from school for no reason, I get phones stolen/lost every fortnight, I rejected leggings for a good 2 years (and then couldn't get them off), and when people ask me where I'm from they haven't heard of Ashtead. 

At the moment, I smoke, which I know isn't cool, but I like it. I'm not addicted, it's like chocolate from One Stop at school. I'd go through phases of having one every day instead of every few days, gorging all day everyday, and then back to not having any for a few weeks. I like the feeling of smoke in my lungs and being concious of taking a few minutes out to think. Criminal.

It's hard to write what I think, because when I think it I'm too busy thinking it, not how to convey. 

I'm famed for my love of men, I won't mention all of them in here or any names, but will give a brief insight. 

Had two dates last week:

One, a BBC documentary maker with an  Islamic extremist stepbrother. 

• Tooth chipped from hockey as a kid (but I like it)
• Blue eyes
• Stubble
• Doesn't drink (nothing to do with muslimness, he's not religious, just doesn't drink)
• Drives a Landrover

The other, a privately educated marketing something-or-other who trained as an opera singer.

• Dark hair
• Owns his own flat with his twin sister
• Arrogant (but responds well to ego-bashing)
• Found endearing when he told me he's Jewish, and it's his job at his synagogue to blow this horn trumpet thing at Jewish New Year (even more endearing when he told me he mucked it up once)
• Impressed me by not complaining when I was over an hour late to a shindig he'd invited me to because I'd fallen asleep

We'll see how they go.

The friends that read this all know if I died tomorrow there'd only be one love of my life. We were kids though, he has a girlfriend now who sounds awesome; she windsurfs and studied Arabic at Cambridge. 

The guy taught me about personal growth and really striving to eliminate ego and be the best you can be, for all. That's pretty much my focus everyday, spreading positivity, and though I'm sure I'd have got there eventually, he definitely gave me a kick-start, and for that I love him entirely. 

I'm not planning on dying tomorrow though...

As a new blogger, I clearly know nothing about layout, short and sweet etc.

I'm doing this blog because:

•  I was prompted by a friend who I respect and therefore listen to (although it may be due to her sensational culinary skills that I respect her)
• due to phones being stolen and anti-social working hours my friends never know what I'm up to
• my life is quite often hilarious

I'm sure ordinarily I would edit this to make it more readable, but I'm bored now and intend to go for a cigarette. My brothers have watched too many tv adverts and their crying about me getting cancer gets irritating, so its a secretive affair. It is also my first and last cigarette of the day before you get narky. It could be worse. I could call them fags. 

Night

x

p.s. The eldest of my younger brothers just sent an email to the youngest (-he's recently got the internet on his iTouch and is browsing crazy). Attached was a photo he took of his own poo.